On Sunday, we tromped up to Dr. Davies farm for apple picking. We’ve gone up there every year since Jonah was in pre-school about 16 years ago. We munch on Macintosh, Red Delicious, and Romes right from the tree, and then pack up a huge sack with more. Then we live on apple sauce for months. It’s tradition. And even though our kids are big, we still like to go every year to tip our hat to fall and to remember past trips when the kids were little.
8 thoughts on “The Apple Pilgrimage”
What does it mean about me that I wondered which Apple facility you had made a pilgrimage to, when this popped up in my feed?
I enjoy seeing how people keep family traditions alive as the kids grow older. One discussion that’s been happening around me is how to incorporate girlfriends/boyfriends into the family, as they become a bigger part of the child’s life.
“What does it mean about me that I wondered which Apple facility you had made a pilgrimage to, when this popped up in my feed?”
Husband took the girls to the county fair last night. This was the first year in a while that we’ve had a kid the right age to do the “Academic Rodeo.” The fair does a math bee and a spelling bee for grades 1-6 and our big kids did it when they were eligible. This year, our youngest was finally eligible to participate, and we got excellent fair swag, especially combined with coupons that the kids got from school.
“One discussion that’s been happening around me is how to incorporate girlfriends/boyfriends into the family, as they become a bigger part of the child’s life.”
That is an excellent question.
This spring we took our oldest’s prom date and his mom to dinner a few weeks after prom, and we’ll try to do the same thing if she gets asked to prom again.
Spouse went to the one in Mountain View, where they have an exhibit in which you can use an iPad to view inside buildings using a scale model of the campus.
Which of these apples do you use for applesauce? I inherited a Jonathan-only applesauce tradition, but there is a limited window in the midwest when you can get ahold of good ones from the region.
I’m a big fan of cooking up whatever’s in the bag. Some tart, some sweet. It’s always different that way. No sugar. Dash of cinnamon when done.
When I was a kid, there was an old apple tree from an abandoned homestead that my mom would make expeditions to. All of the backyard apples from my childhood in WA were pretty homely looking, and these were too, but they made fine applesauce. I remember making vast quantities of it.
When I was a kid, my Capitol Hill relatives in Seattle had a backyard cherry (!) tree and my great-aunt had a freezer absolutely packed with cherry pies.
Hungarian cold-cherry soup is lovely.
Is that just jelly?
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