Nothing says fall like a trip to the apple orchard/pumpkin patch. On Sunday, I got to go to Evans Apple Orchard with some friends from grad school. I haven't been apple picking in a long time, so it was good fun picking the apples off the tree. Unfortunately, for every apple I picked another one fell on the ground. Whoops! I also got some delicious apple cider and caramel apples. Man, I love fall. And the weather was amazingly beautiful the whole time. I ended up with almost a peck of apples, which I didn't realize until later--that's a lot of apples. There didn't seem to be a lot of apples on the trees, but we managed to find some good ones.
Mmmmmm....apple butter! I love family traditions that come back. Such good times I had when I was little everyone getting together and stirring a bubbling cauldron of apple butter-goodness, tasting all the time. Spending an entire day with the family, eating, talking, relaxing. Good times. I'm glad we got to do this again this year. Not only was I missing apple butter, but it's good to be with family! Although, I did get tired of hearing the story of when I was little and the cinnamon in the apple butter was really strong and burned around my mouth.
