I'm about done with trying to choose my favorites of anything. I find that it depends on the weather, my mood, what I want to use the food for, etc. I have no true favorites, except of a favorite cheddar cheese, and a particular flavor in my milk, which seems to be determined by who knows what, as the flavor varies slightly from plastic jug to plastic jug. Maybe it's the feed, the breed, who knows. I'm not a dairy farmer.
I truly love most foods and am not particular to one type over abother. If I absolutely had to choose, it would be apples from the trees located in the yard where I lived as a child, on the river. They were'nt perfectly colored, having a mixture of green, yellow, and red all over. The flesh was crisp, not as tart as a Granny Smith, and not sweet like the Deliscious varieties. They made great pies, and were wonderful eaten green, with some salt, or ripe.
The closet thing I can find at the store is the Jonathon. And the more exotic varieties weren't available when these trees were planted in Upper Peninsula Michigan.
But then again, I was a boy, eating an apple, cold and crisp, picked fresh from the tree, smelling the grassy fields and the nearby forests, not to mention the cool vapor from the river. I think earthworms might even have tasted good under those conditions, well maybe not earthworms. They're about the most vile thing I've tasted to date, but that's another story.
Seeeeeya; Goodweed of the North