This is the time of year that many urbanites decide they need to drive out to the country and pick apples. Give me the smallest excuse to get some fresh air and see something green and I will take it. The fresh air and apples sang its siren song and off I went with Lindsay and my friend Victoria and her son Theo.
It was a gorgeous, warm day at Masker Orchard, with no hint of autumn in the air (which felt a bit odd for picking apples). We decided to skip past the red delicious apples in search of the mutzus, empires and cortlands. As it turns out, a freshly picked red delicious apple bears no resemblance to the mealy ones in the grocery store. The orchard charged by the bag, so we stuffed ours ridiculously full. Lindsay and Theo had a system set up where Theo would climb in the tree and pass the apples to Lindsay. She would then inspect them and then hand the good ones off to me and Victoria. It was so much fun that we didn’t really think about the mountain of apples building up in our bags.
It was a great day. We all ate our weight in apples and then packed our weight in apples in the back of the car and headed back to the city.
