I hate apples from anywhere other than Washington a lot. I just “munched” on an apple I picked up at my local co-op. The apple was from New Zealand; had I noticed this at the co-op, I probably would not have purchased the apple. Unfortunately, it wasn’t until I was hungry that I noticed this fact clearly printed on a sticker. I expected the worst, and I got the worst: mushy, bland, and all-around not good. And it was a Granny Smith– my favorite type of apple.
Ugh. No thanks, New Zealand.