For someone who has spent their entire life living in the Northeast, the early arrival of fall is something that I whole heartedly embrace. It’s as though the minute the temperature drops below 70 degrees, every fiber in my being feels the need to partake in as many autumn activities as possible. Apple picking often tops that list, so this past Saturday, we piled the kids into the minivan, and took off for the orchard.
This was the first time really, that both Max and Ella got to participate in actually picking the apples, and we totally lucked out and filled our bags with a boatload of honeycrisps. It was so awesome to watch them make their way through the rows of trees and then drag around the bags that weighed almost as much as they do.
All that fresh air is perfect for wearing out your kids, so that night we put them all to bed early and noshed on a giant pan of nachos (recipe coming soon).
On Sunday, out of nowhere, we randomly hopped in the car and took off for a little road trip to Cooperstown. We didn’t even visit the Baseball Hall of Fame (next time for sure), but we did make it to Ommegang Brewery for a late lunch and some beer sampling. The Nirvana IPA didn’t disappoint, nor did the Belgian pretzel sticks, served with mustard and beer cheese.
It was the kind of weekend that truly made me feel sad to see Monday come, but such is life, and today we’re back to our crazy reality.
I wanted to share a few of our favorite apple recipes, because ’tis the season, and Lord knows we are looking for ways to use up the bushels and pecks that we brought home.
Happy Monday and cheers to the week ahead!