Red delicious apples being named ‘delicious’ is one of the biggest deceptions of the human race.
Omg I hit the reblog button so fast
i feel this on a spiritual level.
They were, at one time, delicious, but some fuck-up, let’s call him George, came along.
George decided the red delicious apples weren’t “red” enough, so he started to breed them so they became more red; however, as he did that, the delicious flavor was also bred out, but everyone thought they were better because they had a more consistent color.
They used to be delicious but not red, and now they are red but not delicious.
🤔🤔 I had a feeling they used to taste a lot better than they do now. Stupid humans screwing with everything
Why is my name always used for bad shit 😦
But seriously, just eat Red Gala apples
or Pink Ladies
Ew. Eat honeycrisps. Love yourselves.
Fuck that Granny Smiths are where it’s at.
Granny Smiths are a crock of shit
YOU COME IN TO MY HOUSE AND YOU INSULT PIEMAKING APPLES. WITHOUT GRANNY SMITH YOU WOULD HAVE NOTHING HOW DARE
fuji apples tho
Granny Smiths are good for pies and nothing else.
I like the classic macintosh to eat, but if I can get winecrisp I am golden (delicious)
PINK LADY OWNS MY ASS
You haven’t had apples till you’ve had ambrosia apples
All of y’all can eat my ass. Granny Smiths are the best and have the perfect amount of tang. Macintosh aren’t as good a substitute.
BRAEBURN OR NOTHING
Royal Gala or go home
HONESTLY IF YOURE HATIN ON GRANNY SMITHS YOU CAN UNFOLLOW ME RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY
One time I ate a Pink Lady at peak apple season and I almost cried
like excuse me but fuji???? is the best???????? you all can go dunk your heads
Things are heating up in the apple fandom
*bangs fists on table* HONEYCRISP APPLES ARE THE MOST PERFECT! Juicing? Fuck yeah! Eating? You bet your taint! Baking? Best fuckin recognize pal!
Honeycrisps are for people who want to eat candy so they go with a fucking candy-ass apple instead.
ALL OTHERS BEND TO THE POWERHOUSE OF GRANNY SMITH. GET PUNCHED IN THE TONGUE WITH TART, QUENCHING DELICIOUSNESS.
Sam memorized the filing system from the Library of Congress, knowing right away it was “Science”. This makes me imagine all those days he spent in the library doing research for a hunt, wandering up and down the stacks, falling asleep in the mythology section.
I love Dean’s little smirk at the end. He’s like “See look how smart my little brother is. That’s my Sammy for you.”
I’ll bet Sam can do Dewey Decimal as well. And I bet the MoL have their own arcane cataloguing system, and mastering it has been one of Sam’s favorite things in the last year. And, you know, even in the magic climate control of the bunker, some of the collection is not in the best shape. Sam is going to start reading up on preservation and conservation. He’s going to get into rare books, because that is one amazing collection they’ve got, and if he doesn’t look after it, who will? He’s going to sign up for the occasional session of Rare Book School, a few days in summer when he’s not hunting or dealing with the end of the universe, just getting into codicology. And you think with the kind of books and manuscripts Sam’s dealing with it’s just the texts that are significant? No, I bet there are arcane and magical things with typefaces and bindings and watermarks and scripts, and Sam is going to be figuring out whole new layers of meaning. He’s going to find a few, scattered scholars from the organization Aaron’s grandfather was in, and from other organizations in other traditions, and he’s going to visit some other libraries. And he’s going to do it in a sweater vest, because it feels right on him, it doesn’t feel like one of their disguises, it feels like who’s he’s becoming. And maybe peering at glosses will eventually put a strain on his eyes, and he’ll need glasses.
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