The wet weather today made me extra-glad that we chose last weekend to go on our annual trip to Mountain Orchard. Originally we were set to go on Saturday, but the rain (and the fact that Hannah and Kirk weren't able to go until Sunday) pushed our plans forward. A busy afternoon following a full morning at church seemed like a recipe for a gong show, but everyone rallied and we had a wonderful time.
We go to the same orchard every year, not because it's the closest, but because of their apple cider donuts. Last year, they lost most of their crop and had to bring in apples they bought from other orchards, which customers would then just grab out of giant bins, and people still flocked to the place. Their crop this year was one of the best they've had. We were lucky to be there early enough in the season to fill our 25$ bag easily. This kid actually helped! Almost three years old and already providing valuable labour.
I'm not remotely concerned with using up the apples before they go bad. They now fit in the fridge, although it was a grocery-shop week, so space was at a bit of a premium. They're great on their own, as M demonstrates here, with nary a tooth at 11 months of age.
So far, we've made spiced apple muffins and apple pie. Coming up: apple sharlotka, applesauce, apple honey bundt cake, and who knows what else! It's a delicious fall already.