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March 13, 2009


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Oh gosh I haven't had crabapples for ages and ages and ages. Not since leaving the UK (ie about 20 years ago). I remember kind of hard to love, but if treated right and if you liked the tart flavour, then absolutely outstanding. One of the fruit that reminds you not everything should taste the same.

I can't imagine anyone planting a crab apple tree now - but lucky you to have one.

Our new house has no exciting fruit trees, but in the last week the rather average, slightly sickly looking tree in the garden has become covered in bright purple flowers. One of those gorgeous surprises.


Oh and I'm missing a "they're" in the last comment . . .


Old gardens do have the best fruit trees - they have a romance to them I'm certain one can taste.

Jelly sounds perfect.


Kathryn - unexpected purple flowers ARE lovely. I've never used crabapples before, not in anything, and we have two trees which makes me feel I must use 'em up. At some stage, there's been a great gardener living here - both trees are trained into perfectly balanced skyward spikes. I would plant them (ah, one day...) for their extraordinary spring blossoms if nothing else.

Chelsea - I'm always amazed that old, neglected fruit trees still, you know, fruit. Jelly's got the upper hand this morning, but I've just found an intriguing Maggie Beer recipe for pickling them whole then settling them in a spiced jelly.

another outspoken female

A crab apple tree grew over my nana's back fence. I loved the blush of pink on the skin and the perfect child-sized snack that could be plucked straight from the branch.

Am also a sucker for crab apple jelly and these days it is such a rare joy to find. Oh boy, how fab but I bet it is hugely labour intensive? Perhaps the dolmade crew need a new project? :)


I have a recipe for crabapple jelly (I think!) from Aunty Kitty. I've never made it 'cause I never found any crabapples!
And tell Kathryn that the purple flowering tree is probably a Tibouchina, a native of South America.


Oh that picture makes my heart flutter! Hmm, the only use we had for them growing up was pelting each other with em'. I reckon jelly is a more pleasing use.


Yes, yes, jelly. With pomegranate and rose buds. Magical, definitely the stuff of faeries.

Enjoy the rain! Here it is blustery today, good for clearing the brain of all the built up fluff of summer. But then back to beautiful weather tomorrow and by the end of the week - beach weather again.


Yep, the blossoms alone are worth it. The very word could have been invented for them.


Crabapples, on anything but jelly, is just a waste.


Jelly would be good! Chutney would be nice too :)


As kids we used to double dare each other to eat one/two/three straight off the tree. Being used to snacking on plain limes, I always won. :)

Meghan Telpner

I would like my whole world, in all seasons- painted the colours of your beautiful photograph.


i've never had a crabapple. love the colour of the fruit. sigh, i wish i had fruit trees.


My parents garden is home to 3 old knarled crab apple trees that were climbed and loved. Alot of the fruit was used as ammunition and hurled across the garden but my mum would always manage to rescue enough friut to make crabapple jelly or my favorite crabapple and rosehip jelly.
your photo is beautiful (as always,)


Crabapple blossoms are among the most spectacular flowering trees, right up there with cherries. The fruit are quite different, but don't tell the birds that. Mockingbirds and bluejays love supping on the ripe red clusters of my mother's 25-year-old Mary Potter trees.


crab apples! whodathunkit?!! brilliant.



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