I'm a bit obsessed with apples. To me, there is something magical about these sweet orbs just growing on trees. As a budding young farmer-philosopher (I was probably in grade school), I remember pondering the paradox of the money tree: why would I want to pick money off a tree when I could pick something useful and delicious? I suppose it is this passion for pome fruits that makes me cringe each time I hear distorted apple facts or unbridled negativity toward my childhood favorite variety, Red Delicious. In years past, winter was my time to eagerly peruse nursery catalogs for rootstocks and scionwood. This year, with a full nursery bed and dozens of potted trees buried under three feet of snow, I have elected to direct my apple passion toward clearing up a common myth: apples are apples.
I'm Ethan, a guy whose life used to be controlled by ulcerative colitis. As I systematically tested diets, treatments, and all types of health advice to heal my colon, I learned a lot about my own biology and also how to cook without compromise. I'm here to share the best (and sometimes worst) of that journey with you.