How ya like them apples?

I could make a Firkin of cider 5 Hands tall...

I know it's been forever. And there is a lot to talk about. My mom broke her leg. My sister is pregnant! But...

I've been buried in apples upto my armpits.

Saturday we headed out to a local orchard to pick some apples. Seemed like a very "Vermont-y" thing to do, and I had plans for homemade baby food and perhaps some pies. And the orchard is located at a very nice spot. Even the port-a-potty had a pretty view. As we pulled into the parking lot we were greated by a young girl asking how many bags we wanted. We shrugged. "Two?" and she handed two folded paper bags. Seemed appropriate. Well, each bag ended up being a half a bushel. And yes, it said so on the bag, but who knows how much a half a bushel is? Oh, 2 pecks. How silly of me.

Consequently, we ended up with a lot of apples. (I should have taken a picture of all our apples..oh well)

But we had fun. It was a nice day, though a bit cloudy. Sam seemed to enjoy the jaunt around the orchard.





So feel free to leave your favorite apple recipe in the comments. I've already made the babyfood and some muffins. Baking is always a little dangerous. I always gain weight whenever I make a pie. Go figure.

I wish I had more time to blather on about all that is going on.

In the meantime...

Go Sox!

6 Years ago today...

Happy Anniversary Babe...What a ride it's been.

Love you.