No, we didn't get our apples at the grocery store. We went to the orchard and picked our own. Or rather the husband did the picking and I just took pictures.
Some fall to the ground.
"When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining."
Helen Hunt Jackson
We came home with 15 pounds of apples - most of which went into a mile high apple pie.
What I did buy at the grocery store were two shiny red pomegranates.
The name pomegranate derives from medieval Latin pōmum "apple" and grānātum "seeded". Sometimes they are called Indian apples.
The pomegranate is opened by scoring it with a knife and breaking it open, the arils (seed casings) are separated from the peel and white pulp membranes.
The entire seed is consumed raw, though the watery, tasty aril is the desired part. The juice of the fruit can either be very sweet or sour but most are moderate in taste.
My first taste made me pucker up. I wasn't sure if I wanted another bite but by the third bite I found the sweet part.
All these red apples are going to be linked at Sue Loves Cherries because Wednesday is Rednesday.