The best apples are the ones you ate as a child. I mean the ones your mother tossed to you underhand as a favorite ritual every time she gave you one, and the ones you knew, every time, that you would catch. I mean the ones that crunched as your 10,000 taste buds perked up simultaneously, sending a rush of juicy tartness to the brain.
I mean the ones that were so good that your jaw muscles would instinctively hyper-extend like a shark, and that shiny red (or green, or gold!) beauty -- probably larger than Mike Tyson's fist -- would be gone in seconds.
That's what your childhood was like, right?
Apples are perfect, no matter how you like them, but perhaps you don't know much about this all-American food. I'm here to answer a few questions about the finest fruit in the world, plus give a few reasons for their perfection that have nothing to do with my mother (who still throws me apples underhand when I visit home).