We have our traditions. Apple picking is one of them. Honestly, I think we have been going since Jessica was old enough to walk. Apple picking equals autumn. The air is still warm but the leaves are changing. You fill up on apples, taste them as you walk and come home and make something yummy.
The past couple of years we have gone to the Milk Pail which is located in Bridgehampton off of Mecox Road. Small dwarf trees make it really easy to pick. They own a large amount of land. There are gourds, pumpkins and squash. They also have huge Greenhouses up on the hill which I have never been in. Every year I applaud the owners for not selling out. That land is worth so much money that I can’t help but wonder when will they have had enough of the apple farm? I do hope the answer is never and the family hands down this property to be used as it has always been for generations to come. So far, the land has been in the Halsey family since 1640 making this the 12th Generation. Pretty impressive.
Another year has gone by and we now have enough apples to create applesauce for 100.