Only In Arizona
There are a number of things of which "Only in Arizona" can be said. -Wearing flip flops in January -The car thermometer reading 112 degrees -Wearing shorts to decorate the Christmas tree -Correctly pronouncing Tucson, Ajo, Calle, San Xavier and Fort Huachuca The list could go on and on, but this week I found something new in the grocery store that may be "Only in Arizona." Pi ñata Apples! Pi ñata Apples? Really? I was compelled to buy a few. I rationalized that I was taking them to my Grandma's house and was hoping to ask my farmer uncle if he had ever heard of them. But he wasn't around, so maybe I'll never know. They didn't seem very promising based on the texture of their skin (kinda rough and wrinkely, like an apple past its prime) and based on the feel of the knife cutting through the apple (kinda soft and spongy, like a potato past it's prime). But I sliced them up and we all gobbled them down. I found them to be crisp with a mild a...