I just had this type of conversation with my wife on Monday. I have a decided preference for gala apples. I don’t want any other kind. Well, when putting my lunch together, there are no gala apples. Just red delicious for my daughter and jazz apples. What the eff is a jazz apple, anyway? Never heard of it and I explained to my wife how she made a terrible mistake at the grocery store. Well, being from a good Louisiana family, she proceeded to tell me what she thought of me and gala apples and pretty much told me where I could go to find my own apples and what I could do with them when I got them.
But, honestly, I’ve had a few of those jazz apples this week and they aren’t bad!