Picking my favorite apple is like trying to pick a favorite child.
My husband likes the honey crisp.
Yeah, I grew up in apple/maple country. When I first located down here, I planted a single tree which was mislabeled Red Delicious. Red it wasn’t. It took a couple of years to realize I’d planted a Granny Smith. My wife and I were picking them faster than she could cook/can with them, and the neighbor kids started to come around with a laundry basket and pick them. I also put in a dwarf Elberta peach tree that had divine fruit. A house fire forced us to buy new digs, so on top of the apple trees, I put in another Elberta, a late red peach, a nectarine, and a Kieffer pear, all fruit bearing. Plus a hedge row of Northland blueberries. The idea is an edible landscape. About half are getting to be fruit-bearing size now, if I can just keep the critters away. I had a nice little crop of pears coming in last year, and the squirrels ransacked the tree.