Bramley
Legacy Name: Bramley

Malus domestica 'Bramley's Seedling' (commonly known as the Bramley apple, or simply Bramley) is a cultivar of apple which is usually eaten cooked due to its sourness.


Bramley grew up in a small village in a chocolate-box, thatched cottage with his loving parents and sister. As a child, Bramley was always the quiet one. However, he was never unhappy; he just accepted that he would never be as popular as Sandi. Bramley discovered his passion for baking when he was young. When his mother and sister would spend hours in the kitchen creating assortments of wonderful treats, Bramley would sit at the table watching. Of all the delicious foods his mother would bake, apple pie was his favorite. He loved how she could get the pastry just right so it was flaky, but wouldn't crumble before it got to his mouth and how the apple was soft, but hadn't turned to mush. These pies were perfect in his opinion.

As the years went on, Sandi opened her own cafe offering traditional homemade food that she created from family recipes. The locals all told her that her savories were incredible and soon word spread about this young woman and her pasties. People were traveling from neighboring villages just to try her food and she then had a small group of daily customers.

Sandi's pasties and sandwiches flew off the shelves, however her sweet treats never sold as well. She returned home one day determined to perfect the perfect desert. For hours she was in the kitchen struggling, each batch coming out good but not great. Throwing her wooden spoon down, Sandi gave up. Bramley found her sat at the kitchen table, head in her hands. She told him about how her pastry just wasn't coming out as their mothers did before retiring to bed. But Bramely didn't move, he sat at the table staring at the bowl and wooden spoon. Gathering ingredients from around the kitchen he set to work, remembering everything he had heard his mother tell his sister all those years ago.

The sun flooded the kitchen in the morning when Sandi walked though the door way to find Bramley asleep at the kitchen table with a pie beside him. An apple pattern had been created in the top of it; this wasn't one of her's from last night. She took a knife and pushed it in, the pastry was lovely and flaky. The apple filling spilled out. Sandi raised a fork to her mouth - this pie was perfect.

After a few days of begging, Bramley accepted his sister's offer of working in her cafe creating sweet treats. Word soon spread about the little cafe with the wonderful bakers who could bake anything.

After a while, Bramley began to experiment with his favorite ingredient, apples. He made drinks, savories, candies, soups... anything he could imagine.

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Quote paraphrased from Wikipedia