red delicious

plural red deliciouses

1. Alternative letter-case form of Red Delicious.

   I sit at the coffee table, eating / A red delicious with one hand / And type on my laptop with the other.

   2020, Pam Rosenblatt, “The world is but an apple: Or is an apple but the world?”, in Looking for Camelot, →ISBN, page 28

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   As he finished unloading the fruit, a woman gained the platform and came and bent over the up-tilted bushel of red deliciouses.

   2006, Third Coast, Department of English at Western Michigan University, page 64

   I could hear Teresa metal-smushing red deliciouses in the kitchen, striking the cold, hard-sounding bowl with her tool.

   2008, Beth Kephart, House of Dance, Laura Geringer Books/HarperTeen, →ISBN, page 171

   I leer over the freestanding pile of apples. In the daytime it would have been a nicely-arranged pyramid of honey crisps, granny smiths, red deliciouses, and ambrosias, but in the evening it resembles an archaeological dig.

   2022, Vanessa Krauss, “Evening”, in Thin, JMS Books LLC, →ISBN

plural Red Deliciouses · alternative red delicious

1. A variety of apple which is red in color and has a mild sweet flavor.

   These were native to the soil, and it’s unclear if they were used by Native Americans. In any case, contemporary palates—raised on flawless, tart Granny Smiths or Red Deliciouses—would have deemed them inedible, either impossibly sour or garbage-y bland.

   2016, Steven Grasse, “Cider”, in Colonial Spirits: A Toast to Our Drunken History, New York, N.Y.: Abrams Image, →ISBN

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   I once knew a girl who wouldn’t eat apples. She wove her walking around groves and orchards. She didn’t even like to look at them. They’re all mealy, she said. Or else too cheeky, too bloomed. No, she stated again, in case we had not heard her, our laps brimming with Granny Smiths and Red Deliciouses.

   2013, Aimee Bender, “Appleless”, in The Color Master: Stories, London: Hutchinson, →ISBN, page 3

   The first thing Billy did every morning at work was to swing by the main school’s cafeteria in the basement two floors below and pick up breakfast for the Academic Vision Institute: a plastic crate of thirty assorted milks (chocolate, obviously, being the only one anybody ever drank), twenty foil-topped orange juices (“contains less than 6% juice/product of Brazil, Honduras, El Salvador, and the United States”), around ten individually-sealed plastic cereal bowls (plus ten spork-napkin-straw kits), various fruits (almost always mealy, thick-skinned Red Deliciouses and rock-hard pears), and motley breakfast pastries.

   2014, Wintfred Huskey, chapter 4, in Blowin’ It, Philadelphia, Pa.: The Head & The Hand Press, →ISBN, page 71