They say I’m officially a New Englander now. This isn’t a food post about what I have ate, this is about what I have done. It has food involved but not necessarily what I’ve eaten this weekend. This weekend I went apple picking for the first time. I had my first hay ride. And I drank my first non sparkling apple cider (it was a fairly warm day so it was a cold one but hey I drank it).
So I’ve never seen an apple tree before. I assumed that apple trees were as big as a palm tree or those trees in the common. Basically I thought I’d have to climb the tree and possibly kill myself. For heaven’s sake, they’re just a little bit taller than I am. You do need longer arms to get the good apples, but like I trust my weight on that smallish tree.
So apple picking, why would you pick apples when you can buy them from the super market? Well, I can’t say I’d do this on a daily basis but, you get to see your apples and choose them yourself. There were a lot of rotten apples that I didn’t expect. Apparently the apples seasoned early or something. There were rotten apples on the trees, rotten apples on the ground, rotten apples everywhere. It was almost upsetting and kind of a waste. I do have pictures of rotten apples, but really none of you need to see that. I admit apple picking was fun.
After apple picking we went on a hayride to go get the pumpkins, no I didn’t go on a haunted hayride, but I did see my first pumpkin patch. Let me tell you, pumpkins are dirty. I mean, yes they grow in the ground. Thank you, Capt. Obvious. But no one told me they would be caked in dirt and so oddly shaped.
We took the hayride back to the farm and I got apples with caramel and my apple cider. The apples and caramel was SO SWEET. It was almost too sweet, I definitely drank water before drinking my cider. I don’t even want to think about how much sugar I consumed from eating the apples with caramel. The cider however, did not taste like sparkling apple cider or apple juice (like I assumed it would). The cider isn’t as diluted as apple juice, it’s like pure apple
I guess what I’m trying to say, is that apple picking wasn’t that bad. It was a fun experience. And I tried something I’ve never had before. I saw the process in which our food is grown. It was something that, according to Amanda, makes me a real person now. It was new, but I can tell you I’m not ready to be a New Englander.