Joe, Sam, and I met up with a large group today and went out to pick apples and press cider. It was, and has been for several days, grey and drizzly out, owing beautifully to the wonderful fall we’re having. We met up with my old friend, Courtney, and her boyfriend, Tom, and their friends. We’ve been around a couple of them before, but this group was large enough that I still don’t know everyone’s names, even though I took pictures of them. Courtney and Tom are doing a great job of getting us socialized (for which I am very grateful!).
The orchard is thirty minutes north in Garfield, Washington, in the depths of Washington’s great agricultural east. As soon as we got into the orchard, Joe enthusiastically began running from tree to tree to find the best ones; this meant we ended up with a lot of really delicious apples! 42 pounds, in fact. I participated mostly as the photographer, just happy to be among people in my new yellow coat and riding boots.
After we picked apples, we all headed down to press cider. This was an involved, but simple, process of rinsing apples, grinding them up, and pressing them using a contraption. Now, Joe and Sam are cooking us up a delicious meal based on all sorts of fall harvest foods. I am loving it all, drinking hard apple cider (bought at the store) and watching “Fantastic Mr. Fox” while strong baking smells waft out of our kitchen.