I love Maine. I love our coastline. I love our mountains. I love our lakes, ponds, streams, rivers, woods, fields, farms, wildlife, plantlife, spring, summer, winter... and especially our autumn, because it brings these:
MacIntosh apples. They're sweet, tart, crunchy, crispy, and juicy. They are, as a matter of fact, the perfect apple. A good, fresh Mac right off the tree could very well be my favorite food ever. They're great to eat out of hand. They make great pie. They make great applesauce. They make great apple crisp.
Friday was a perfect Indian summer day here. Kev and I were on our way to Mount Desert Island when I remembered that it's time to pick apples. There's an orchard about 2 miles from our place that we've gone to for several years now. This yea'r's crop is the best we've ever seen! I heard it had something to do with the rainy spring and summer we had. At least the crappy weather served some good purpose!
One of the best things about this particular orchard (besides its proximity to our apartment!) is that the trees have been kept quite small, so the apples are easily reached and picked...
Can you believe how gorgeous they are?!?
