My taste testing of three different pickled apples is over, and there is a winner. Hey, isn’t that jar of pickled apples up there beautiful? It really is. Guess what. It tasted like a douche. Not that I’ve ever had a douche, in my mouth or otherwise. I promise. Though douches do sorta look like juice boxes.
Did you know you can pickle apples? Well, I went to The Publican a couple weeks ago and had pickled apples with MUSTARD ice cream and it blew my mind, so I tried to replicate at least the apple part over here in Santa’s workshop. The texture is crazy: soft like an apple in an apple pie on the outside, but crispy like a fresh apple on the inside. It’s sweet and sour and it makes my face all twisty.
