Ever since going apple-picking in Wilcox, Arizona, with my dad when I was younger, I've wanted to return and do it over and over again. The drive is only an hour and a half, and I
love orchards - the smell, the spotty shade, the rows, the picker, the friendly dogs, the whole kahuna. So we went a couple weeks ago to Apple Annie's Orchard in Wilcox, and brought along our friend Hans.
It was great weather: big blue sky but not too hot.
We had a blast, picking Granny Smiths (for baking), Fijis, and Golden Delicious (they were supposed to be the best eating apples for the specific time). I took a lot of pictures, which are mostly over-lighted due to the painfully bright sun.
work, work, work for those apples!
The booty...
On the day we went, the farm was hoppin'! Here is the weigh station.
There were samples galore, which I had no problems with, there were apple burgers we didn't actually indulge in, there were people passing around homemade apple ice-cream even (sooooo good!). Hans bought some jars of home-made apple butter. I intended to make some myself, but the apples went bad before I had the time - I'd forgotten that they wax store bought apples for preservation, in part.
Goofy Hans and the American Gothic.
Alas, we made two wonderful batches of Apple Crisp, and I was pleased to gobble that up with some vanilla ice-cream :D
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