You are making me hungry. I think God gave you all those daggone good lobsters to keep you up there. That’s so we “ridgerunners” can keep picking our apples right off the tree, still warm from the sun and sweet, juicy and crispy beyond anything, then we wipe it on our shirt and crunch down. There is no better food on earth, except fried chicken.
But do you have Macintosh? Or McCouns? Nothing crisper or juicier. I almost OD'd on them my first fall back home t'Maine after 10 years in California...and the sweet COLD well water.