My son’s house was built on old farmland, and we suspect the wild apple tree in his backyard enjoyed its seedling years in the pleasant company of all things farm. The tree is huge! The branches bend low under the weight of a healthy apple crop; and last night, John harvested some of the apples so I could try my hand at baking a wild apple pie! I love the unusual skin of these tart, tasty apples, mottled pretty with greens and browns and an occasional wash of red.
