Better late than never, right?

Last Fall we took a Saturday and went to an apple orchard that was highly recommended. My favorite parts were . . . this cute picture and the ropes the girls got to make with a contraption that twisted and twisted twine until it became rope.The apple picking? Highly, highly overrated. There were hundreds of people milling about and when we were dropped off at the end of the row of Gala apple trees, we found only tiny apples left. All the big ones were back in the shed near the cash register and the price for the tiny ones we picked was only 10 cents a pound less. We let the girls each pick a few apples, but dh and I really weren't interested in the tiny little ones and didn't want to pay a premium for them vs. what we would have paid in the store for nice ones.

The food available there looked nice, but for our family would have cost us more than $30 so we didn't bother. We had good Mexican food in a nearby hamlet for less than burgers at the apple farm. Everything was over-priced and this place was a LONG way from town. I don't know why so many people were there because it was completely not worth it to us. Maybe being farm/country/rural folks ourselves, it just wasn't that exciting to us.

Oh, I guess there was one other item of interest. The closest house to the orchard (off-property) was a derelict-looking place on a country crossroad. But there was a sign outside that said "Fresh Sausage." We could see hog sheds. We briefly debated and decided to stop in and see what they had. Dh said the guy who came to the house door was wearing overalls with one strap hanging, kind of keeping with the look of the place, but was very nice. We bought a one-pound package of sausage and wondered what we'd gotten ourselves in for. Guess what? It turned out to be fabulous sausage and probably the only reason to go back to the apple orchard area!