Fruit prices are outrageous in Korea - so outrageous that every time I walk by a seedy fruit truck where an ajushi with one leg is yelling at you to buy kiwis, I actually do it. And that's how I ended up with a giant potato sack of apples.
I love apples, but I've been spoiled. Growing up, I ate through every kind of apple there is. In Korea, there is one apple - the Fuji apple. No Granny Smiths, no Red Delicious, no Gala, no Honey Crisp, no Macintosh, no, no, no.
Staring at a colossal bag of racially uniform apples growing squishier each day made me wring my hands in worry, waving apples in my sister's face and accusing her of not eating her share...it was time to scour the internet for some way to bake these apples to freedom.
