One of my favorite Fall rituals is picking apples. This past weekend was the perfect weather for it. There was a bite in the air.
We transplanted ourselves out to the Eastern end of Long Island for 3 days. It was bliss. The leaves are just beginning to turn. The night gets chilly. The air just smells good.
Apple picking was in order on Saturday morning. The Milk Pail in Bridgehampton owns a huge amount of property for picking apples, pumpkins, squash, gourds, etc. I pray that they never sell out. The trees are dwarf size so you can just walk up to a tree and pick off the apple of your choice. We opted for the Royal Galas, Jonagolds and Mutsuis. There were plenty of other options but those were our favorites. There is a tasting table before entering the orchard so you can insure that you don’t pick something that u don’t like. A 20 lb. bag cost u $21 and off u go.
Upon leaving, we also had to buy the donuts, the cider, the gourds and a bag of dried apples. Perfect fall festivity. Afterwards, we made our way out to the Clam Bar, between Amagansett and Montauk, for one last meal before it gets too cold to sit outside and eat clam chowder.
The rest of the weekend was centered around bike rides, football at the beach and just being outdoors. We don’t get out there as often as I’d like but when we do, it is always special. We hang together as a family and enjoy the complete relaxation of getting out of the city for a couple of day to recharge our batteries. Much needed when u live in Manhattan.
Of course, we all pitched in to make an apple crisp for dessert. That is also part of the ritual. First u pick them, then u eat them and then u make a treat.
Fall is definitely here and it feels good.