Building on the success of strawberry picking, I’ve been meaning to try apple picking for a while. When a coworker mentioned an apple orchard where you could also buy fresh donuts and cider, I was sold. I canvassed interest among the girls (because, let’s face it, even if they guys would care to go – and they didn’t – they would never care enough to plan it) and picked a date. And then I was faced with a dilemma – we could go to the highly recommended orchard an hour’s drive away. Or we could go to the unknown orchard whose “U-Pick” sign I had spotted on my drive to work. Convenience won out, so we headed to the orchard that was close by.
All of us were a little bit surprised when told that this was probably the last weekend of apple picking, and they only had one variety of apples left (Cortland). Isn’t apple picking supposed to be a fall activity, extending well into October? Well, apparently not. Next year, I will get an earlier start and go in August, when a particularly tasty-sounding variety is said to be ripening.
So, what happens when I am let loose in an orchard, with a view to pick some apples to eat and cook with?
We end up with good eating apples, to be kept in a box somewhere cool.
We also end up with cooking apples – the lightly dented specimen which will end their life in apple jelly, and possibly apple pie or crumble.
We also end up with two good-sized grocery bags. Lucky for me, these are orders that were placed by the ladies who couldn’t make it.
Oh, there may have been some of this