Caitlyn and I ate our last honeycrisp apple yesterday. I’d bought 18 pounds of them from Jim and Carmela at the end of our local farmers’ market season. The apples stayed in the refrigerator, in their box on the bottom shelf (crowding the beer, which somehow Wednesday seems to have forgiven me for) since purchase in mid October. I think we ate most of them as-is, not using them for pies or crisps, just slicing and enjoying them.
Our last apples were starting to get a little wrinkly. I’m not sure if that’s the result of four months in the fridge or if four months is about the “shelf life” of the honeycrisp variety. But they were still wonderful, sliced up and eaten for lunches before school.
I believe the apples are the first thing, of all the produce I put up, we’ve finished. So far, so good.