One of the things J and I said we were going to do in 2013 was to take more day trips and weekend getaways to the areas around San Francisco. As you can see, it’s almost the end of 2013 and we’ve pretty much failed ourselves entirely, but we did also have “get a promotion” (which Jim got two), and “pay off one student loan” on that list, so we can probably call it even.
(Side note about that first thing: J promoted in his company. This has been a big work in progress since the beginning of the year, and the official promotion came a two weeks ago, which gives him a pleasing sense of validation as well as a flurry of Linked In-related updating, and of course, fancy Chimay beer bought from Costco consumed alongside some steak fajitas.)
Anyways! All this to say a couple of weekends ago, we spend the day apple picking. Doesn’t that sound delightful? Doesn’t that sound so family friendly, northern Californian, and a perfect way to spend a fall Sunday afternoon? I mean, look at this orchard!
At the orchard, we picked apples until our arms hurt and then we went to feed the cows all the apples in which the girls had “sampled.” Once we paid for our share of apples, we headed over to the coast for a picnic lunch. We had grand plans of finding a park for the kids to run around in, but we ended up eating in the back of our cars.
After a picnic lunch, we headed out to Laugintas where we drank beer and generally congratulated ourselves on a pretty perfect day, before heading back down to the East Bay suburbia.
Whoa boys, try to contain your enthusiasm about apple picking. It’s getting embarrassing.
It was such a fun day spent with friends. As for the apples, I have used a few to make apple pecan bread, chicken sausage and apple faro, used a few in a dinner salad, and gave five to Daisy to take to preschool for apple week. The rest of them are waiting to be made into applesauce.