This morning I learned about the day the red apples drifted up on the shore of Ambergris Caye.
It was in the days before island people had the ability to can and preserve food.
They were fresh, red, sweet and juicy apples and they came in like a red tide. There were so many of them that people grew sick of eating them and fed them to their dogs, recalls Angel Nunez. Read the rest of this entry »