When I was growing up in Upstate New York, there was a Mountain Snow apple tree outside my bedroom window. I loved those apples — they were dark red on the outside and almost pure white on the inside, with just the right amount of sweet/tart balance. The only other time in my life I've found that variety was at the Santa Fe, NM farmers market. And contrary to how most idealized food memories go, these Mountain Snow apples are just as lovely and delicious as I remember the ones from my childhood to have been.
