| The "Maroun" apple |
If this weekend turns out to as fun as the last, then I'll be happy.
I'm specifically referring to Sunday, when Maroun and I went apple picking at Riverview Farm, brunched at the Home Hill Inn, and then headed to Meriden for open houses at Taylor Brothers Sugarhouse and Creamery and Garfield's Smokehouse.
Sometimes I don't feel like I'm living in New England—sometimes the scenery is so cliched and classic I'm fairly certain I'm instead on a film set depicting a New England scene.
That's how I felt at River View Farm. I was so happy, I skipped through the orchards and the pumpkin patch. We had arrived just at 10:00 a.m. before the crowds appeared, and just in time to have the most delightful breakfast: a farmer's wife's donut dipped in fresh, hot apple cider.
I told the friendly farm manager I planned to make pies, and he said that if we had plans for baking, we could save money by picking up the fallen apples from the ground; they were only 50 cents a pound. Frugal Maroun's ears pricked up at this good news (the ground apples were also a little easier for him to reach :). When we were done, we plucked kiwi gold raspberries and selected a pretty assortment of squash before heading on our way.
As we pulled out of the drive, Maroun said, "The Bimer smells like apple."
It really did.
| River Road in Plainfield, NH |
| A pumpkin lot: think of all the coaches for Cinderella. |
| Golden boy with golden raspberries |
| Sorry, DD, your goods do not compare to those of a farmer's wife. |
| Rob Taylor and his cheese-makers. |
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