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Pick a Peck of Apples

It’s a good thing that this was the weekend we went apple picking. Not only is it the end of the apple season, it is also a week or so after the peak of the foliage.

Nevertheless, it was a perfect fall day – bright blue sky, sunny and crisp. And despite being the end of the season neither the apples nor the foliage disappointed.

Upon arrival we paid for our bushel and peck (so fun that I can actually say I bought a peck of apples) and headed into the orchards, map in hand, to start picking.

One thing of note when we parked the car there was a sign warning about shoplifting… really? In a Hudson Valley orchard… who are these people stealing more than the bushel or peck that they paid for in advance? I am disillusioned that such a warning sign exists but apparently there is a shoplifting problem in idyllic orchardland…

At first glance it was a challenge finding trees that still had apples on them, I instantly thought we had been duped, and then, we found the last few standing… and there were really just a few… like 4 or 5 trees left with apples on the branches.

After picking and eating along the way I ended up with a peck of Cameo and Winesap apples, the Golden Delicious just weren’t for me.

As we drove away I was scheming about the tart tatins, apple pies, apple sauce and apple chutneys that were in my future.

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