“If you’re not hungry enough to eat an apple, you’re not hungry.”
― Michael Pollan, Food Rules: An Eater’s Manual
While everyone else has been consuming pumpkin spice everything this month, I am over here still eating all the apples.
The apple orchards here in New Hampshire have been bursting with my favorite fall fruit well into October, the trees bending under the weight of their own bounty, and we have been taking full advantage of the bumper crop this year. Our apple hoarding, er, gathering, began earlier this month with a picture-perfect day of picking apples at a nearby orchard. The unseasonably warm October weather had us leaving our coats and scarves behind while we roamed up and down seemingly endless aisles of apple trees dotted with hundreds of ruby red, pale yellow, and deep magenta fruits. We left the orchard that balmy fall day with multiple pounds of McIntoshes and Cortlands and Macouns, smelling faintly of sweet apples mixed with the earthy scent of moldering leaves and a hint of wood smoke, our legs and arms appropriately fatigued, and our bellies happy and full from lots of laughs and apple cider donuts. (It’s hard not to feel optimistic about life on days like these.) We’ve since made multiple trips to the local farm stand to replenish our apple supply, ensuring our fruit bowl would stay filled throughout the season….