By Craig Thomas Naylor I was in love after the first bite: creamy flesh with golden indigo skin, juices exploding in my mouth. I’d never experienced such flavor! I’d walked through the small food co-op, past the Golden and Red Delicious, the Rome Beauty and Granny Smith, and there was an apple new to me: an Arkansas Black, sitting there as if saying, “Hello, take me home.” I’d never tasted them so I bought a couple and, after biting into one, we…
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