The Mac was always my favorite growing up. Firm and crisp, thin smooth shiny skin, pretty color. Then about 5 years ago they disappeared from the grocers. I heard something about the trees being unhealthy having all come from the same original tree (grafting).
I mourned the Mac. No apple could replace its delicious yumminess. I feared I would never see it again and would have to eat the inferior Gala, clearly an imported apple and bland to boot.
But then what do I see in a store in Drayton Valley no less! A bag of Macs! I let out a whoop that garnered me a few dirty looks from the valley girls out shopping.
They are everything I remember. I have been eating them nonstop since. Gotta get me more!
I mourned the Mac. No apple could replace its delicious yumminess. I feared I would never see it again and would have to eat the inferior Gala, clearly an imported apple and bland to boot.
But then what do I see in a store in Drayton Valley no less! A bag of Macs! I let out a whoop that garnered me a few dirty looks from the valley girls out shopping.
They are everything I remember. I have been eating them nonstop since. Gotta get me more!