It’s been a long time since I went apple picking. The last time recounts a vivid memory of me as child running for my life around the apple orchard because a dog saw me from across a field. Over ten years later I decided to go apple picking on a whim with a friend who appreciates the idea of autumn as much as I do.
The first fresh bite. My favourite memory from apple picking of old was eating the apples fresh from the tree. Honeycrisp Apples are one of my favourites.
We quickly realized that apple picking doesn’t take as long as we thought it would, so we spent a lot of time chatting and sitting on the dew-laden grass. I showed off my skills seeing as I went to Clown School once.*
Farm fresh poutine – overpriced and delicious. Unfortunately, we were too full to get the apple fritter for desert.
This wagon circled the farm for about 10 minutes. There wasn’t much to see except some sparse pumpkin fields but the hay ride was a lot more fun than I anticipated. We enjoyed the view and talked about adult things like the financial details of moving out on your own.
Of course no real apple picking adventure is complete without an attempt at making apple pie.
We didn’t get to have the apple fritters at the farm, but we left with a couple of delicious apple ciders.
Our apple pie looked extremely promising but the delicious crust domed over the huge mound of apples within and its structural integrity didn’t hold. Maybe next year.
*I didn’t actually go to Clown School.
Applewood Farm and Winery , 12416 McCowan Rd. Stouffville, ON
Photos: Sony ActionCam HDR-AS100V