Every New York City blogger and their SO goes apple picking one weekend in October. It’s like, a requirement. Or at least a mega fall cliché!
Cliché red checkered flannel? Check!
We drove about an hour north to Harvest Moon Farm & Orchard in North Salem. Witchy Westchester! Despite this demoralizing sign….
…we still managed to go apple picking! The trees weren’t picked clean at the top!
I have no shame about jumping and my fella is 6’1. This combo made us a pretty great Slim Pickings team. That and the help of Apple Picking Poles which look like the bastard child of a flag pole and a lacrosse stick but get the job done.
We picked circles around all the families encumbered by shrimpy children and had ourselves half a bushel in no time.
If I wasn’t using my oven as storage, we might’ve made a pie out of some. We’re cute (see above), but not that cute! Instead we’ve happily enjoyed raw, crisp, picked-with-our-bare-hands apples all week.
FIBER. FALL. FANTASTIC.