This past weekend, we went apple picking in Connecticut, at Beardsley's Farm. They were probably the most expensive apples we'll ever have, given we hired a car to get there and home, but it was worth it. I have two words for you: cider donuts. Both of those words are great on their own, but together, it's really something special. I realise that donuts and donut-related stories are taking up a disproportionately large amount of space on this nascent blog. This is reflective of the space they took in my weekend. I had a donut every day. And every day I was happy. Coincedence?
Apple picking was good fun. It was nice to get out into the countryside. It was beautiful, relaxing and smelly in parts. This is what the country is like, and it's nice to be reminded of this from time to time. As a country kid turned city slicker (who should know better), I wore impractical shoes and got allergies. Maybe there should be more country outings around these parts. We got a pretty good haul, all in all, and like I said: the donuts.
I did a bit of research before we left, maybe too much because all the farms and their features blurred together and I thought we were going to an organic farm with a hayride. We were not, it featured neither of those things. However, the donuts. They did have those. Oh yes, they did.
America is just beautiful, and unlike anywhere I have lived before, almost immediately after you leave the city it just gets gorgeous. Leafy, green, beautiful light, lots of animals. It's fecund verdant out there.
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| Perusing the Macintosh section of the orchard. |
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| Tiny taste tester makes sure it's all apples. |
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