One bad apple spoils the barrel
This past weekend (Aug. 28-29) I was travelling west from St. John’s along the Trans Canada Highway, having picked up relatives from the airport.
En route, east of Whitbourne, we saw a man selling berries at the side of the road.
My sister-in-law had been told to be sure to try bakeapples while in Newfoundland. So she picked up a bottle l ab el l ed “ Bakeapples” and the man took $10 from her for it.
I chatted with the man while my sister-inlaw took her purchase back to the car.
He said he came from Victoria, near Carbonear, and I told him I was familiar with that part of the province, having visited there many times as a child.
When we got back to where we were staying on New World Island, I took a look at the bottle and said I thought she probably shouldn’t eat that bakeapple jam. It looked kind of funny to me — very pale in colour, sloppy with only a few orange spots and a sprinkling of seeds. You could almost count them.
I took the bottle to our neighbours and asked their opinion. We opened it gingerly, and smelled the contents. The general consensus was that the bottle was filled with baked apples with a few bakeapple berries thrown in.
The accompanying picture shows what the contents look like.
Needless to say, we are furious that an innocent visitor to our province was the victim of such a blatant scam. The neighbours here in Hillgrade were incensed and immediately made it up to my sister-in-law by offering her berries from their own freezers.
This man is the lowest kind of human being and I am ashamed that he is a Newfoundlander.
I am comforted by the fact that at least my sister-in-law was not a victim for long. But how many tourists have left this province with this man’s fake bakeapple jam in their suitcases? How many found out that they were taken for fools?
I wish I had gotten his licence plate number. I hope he or someone who knows him recognizes him from the description and puts the word around about him.
This despicable behaviour must not be tolerated by any Newfoundlander.
It shames us all. Norma Elliott,
The bottle of bakeapple jam at left pales in comparison to a real bottle of bakeapple jam at right.