In fear of frosts to come, rain, and space in the hectic schedule, I was thrilled my mom wanted to go apple picking yesterday in Mexico, New York. Dylan & Nikki came with us, and they did their best impersonation of Hansel and Gretel - especially Nikki, who left a trail of apples after we paid for them (because she failed to notice the holes in her bags until there was only one apple left). Karma served her later, however, when orange juice came out through her nose.
For those out there who do not know a New York apple, I am sorry. They hold flavors like no other, and I'm stoked to have the months of pies, crisps and dumplings ahead. They were a heck of a lot better than the pasta and sauce I made last night.
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