A few weeks ago, my dearest husband, was cutting up an apple for an after dinner nosh. Now, any one who knows me , knows I normally don't buy apples any time in the off season. So the fact that we have apples at this time of year seems strange and almost traitorous, but before I take any lashings form the wet noodle, I must clarify and state that those apples were solely for a pastry I was going to try making, and never intended for raw consumption. But I digress.
Back to hubby and his apple wedges....
So Michael is eating his not so delicious, out of season, apple wedges. I am fiddling about somewhere else in the house, when from out of no where I here my name urgently being called. So I rush to see what the emergency is. In the dining room I find hubby cradling two sprouted apple seeds gently in his palm. Seems that the apples I had chosen have been sitting around a tad longer than I figured and the seeds inside them decided it was now or never on the germination front.
So to make a long story short, those seeds were lovingly snuggled down into their own little beds of seed starter and are doing fabulously. I cant wait to taste my first home grown apple.....only another 15 or 20 years to go.