It was late in the afternoon or early in the evening, when we decided to "steal" apples. I call it stealing, because otherwise it would be no adventure to pick apples. Since beginning of time apples have to be stolen to be heavenly good.
There are lot of trees alongside the rural streets and pathways, which nobody cares about. Some of them are almost breaking down, because they have so many apples even on the tiniest twigs. If someone would pick the smaller apples in spring the rest would be larger and maybe less wormy. We have always to decide, if we wish to get some unexpected protein (including the remains of digestion ...) or being picky about every apple. Yes, that is another fact from beginning of time: really good heavenly apples always will be in company of nasty snakes - size doesn't matter at all!
Every year we take some apples from almost every tree alongside this rural pathways to get a nice mixture of different apple sorts with different tastes. My mother will produce apple jelly from most of them. It is lot of work, but in the end she will get the most exquisite product you can imagine. The last couple of years only Victoria was presented with some jars - the benefit to be the beloved grandchild.