ginger gold
There is nothing more apt for a day of unfortunate events than a Ginger Gold. One could argue that the Ginger Gold was forged from misfortune, even. In 1969, Hurricane Camille ravaged Virginia orchards; from the salvaged apples came the Ginger Gold, a cross between the Gold Delicious and Albemarle Pippin.
I purchased my Ginger Gold from the farmer's market, where I watched a man stumble into a traffic cone, a woman gently push over a pallet of melons with her Honda minivan, and a vendor lose control of several stacked coolers, which spilled onto the pavement. The wind gusted, and threatened to blow her tent away. I underwent my own woes. My car was in the shop again. I suspected this was related to my interaction with any content related to The Locked Tomb series; the last time my car broke down I was listening to Harrow the Ninth on audiobook. This time I had done a brief Google search to check in on the status of Alecto. I didn't even particularly like the series. My engine paid the price. These things were, of course, indubitably connected.
The Ginger Gold is subtly tart. It grows sweeter with time. My Ginger Gold was a particularly big one, and for the first time I considered the stamina required to eat an apple. Maybe my day will get better. High essence on this one because it was lumpier than a store apple.
sweetness: 4/10
crispness: 5/10
narrative significance*: 6/10
essence**: 8/10
