A few weeks ago I decided to take my daughter apple picking. Oddly enough, I don’t think I’ve ever actually been before! I know … that sounds ridiculous, but it’s true.
There was very little pre-planning and we don’t live far from our local orchard (Brooksby Farm in Peabody, MA). We decided to just put on some appropriate apple picking attire (jeans, sneakers, nothing fancy) and head out. Well, firstly, it came as a GREAT surprise to my child that we were not the only ones to have this brilliant idea on a warm weekend day in the fall. The traffic line just to get IN to the farm parking lot was a twenty minute wait.
I had more than a few fleeting thoughts that perhaps visiting the farmstead and purchasing a bag might be less painful, but the “good mom” won out, and we waited patiently in line. We saw more than a few seasoned apple picking veterans armed with long sticks attached to small bucket like contraptions. I started to get worried we wouldn’t get any good apples with only my height (5’10”) as an advantage.
Turns out you really don’t need a ton of gadgets or preparation. There are tons of apples to go around. A hayride flatbed truck took us right to the best trees and we were picking within seconds of getting off the truck. My daughter and I had a blast spotting good ones, trying to get them down, and eating as we went. She couldn’t believe she was allowed to eat an apple before we were done picking. Ahh kids.
We ended up with some great Golden Delicious, Macintosh, Courtland, and Gala apples. Once we filled our bag we headed back on the hayride to the parking lot. (Those truck beds are old, rickety, and way scarier than a haunted house!)
The greatest part of apple picking is baking something fun when you get home. I tried my first apple crisp, but I’m not sharing the recipe this time around. My top crumble was soggy so I need some more experimenting.
My daughter kept saying how cool it was that we had just picked the apples off the tree hours before and now we were eating apple crisp from our bounty. Teaching the lesson of “farm to table” was one of my proudest moments so far as a mom. It means so much more to her now when we get things straight from the farm. How cool is THAT!????