I made an apple pie tonight. The apples came from a tree in the woods. An unlikely tree for apple pie making. And certainly not apples you would want to eat to look at.
The skin is gnarly and rough in patches. They grow away from the rest of the fruit trees. But for some reason they make the best pie.
They are just tart enough to keep up with the sugar and butter. Unlike any other apple and yet perfect when baked.
Something might look good and something might look ugly, but you can’t know what’s inside unless you look and you just might be surprised by what you find.
