Apples

I love farmstands. I always stop at them, whether I am on a bike or in a car. I have always joked that I should have a bumper sticker that says “Caution, vehicle makes sudden stops” because of vegetable and fruit stands. I love apples. I love the fall, going out and picking them. We had seen apple orchards since Paro.

So when we passed by a stand selling apples on the road to Trongsa, we took some photos and decided to buy a bag. Our driver said the apples were good. But they weren’t great. Borderline mushy. We peeled and ate a couple but didn’t want to keep the rest. So we travelled the next day with the bag in the car.

When we arrived in Trongsa we checked into the hotel and were in time for lunch, which was a multi course affaire from soup to dessert. Dessert was chopped apples in cream. We spent the rest of the afternoon sightseeing. On the way back to the hotel I asked Thinley if we could give the apples away  to some kids, or a family, anyone! We decided to give them to the kitchen and asked if they couple make an apple pie or applesauce, something that the apples would be good for. It was Francois’s birthday and we hoped for something special.

But when dessert came, guess what it was? Chopped apples in cream, with our mushy apples! Other people were being served apple fritters. What?  We begged for another dessert!

Later Thinley told us they were “last years apples.” I guess the moral of the story is be careful what you give as a gift. because it might travel right back to you.

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One Comment

  1. Carol
    Posted September 23, 2010 at 2:17 am | Permalink

    Love that story. And happy birthday, guess belatedly now, to Francois. I’ve had a few love/hate apple stories myself. Had an apple tree growing up and ate worms in apples and you can imagine….but lots of good applesauce over ice cream. Now there’s a good use for apples. And just for the record—I’m keeping up with everything on your blog. It’s a most wonderful thing when you record your experiences as they occur.

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