Every fall, Anthony and I go apple-picking. It's a trip that I look forward to every year; we take our time walking the rows of trees, fill two large bags with apples, stop off at the farm store for cider doughnuts and then head home so I can make apple crisp, which we usually eat for dinner.
When we woke up on Sunday, it was overcast, but we decided to head to the orchard anyway. Yeah, that's right. We apple-pick in the rain.
Yesterday, I had three apples for lunch. And on deck for this weekend: apple pie. Welcome, October. xo