September 25, 2010
Apple-Picking: Saint-Antoine-Abbé
I realize Soli’s stitched up finger isn’t pretty, so let’s get rid of that as the first post. Here’s a quick post on our apple-picking day. Apple-picking used to be the cheap way to get apples, but really, we could’ve gotten our apples for cheaper at the grocery store. But whatever – it’s fall, we live in Quebec, and apples are everywhere, so the experience is worth it.
Our usual orchard seemed to be closed down, so we went to new one down the road in St-Antoine-Abbe that featured a big pirate ship and karaoke, as well as a shop with my much-desired white honey and Soli’s loved apple doughnuts. I enjoyed this one – it was small enough, but had a wide variety of apples. Its small size was a bit problematic, as there were only one or two rows of trees of a certain variety of apples. Our favourite, the honeycrisp, was all picked out because there was only one row of trees, so I had to use my height to get to all the apples at the top of the trees, the ones no one else seemed to be able to reach.
I loved some varieties, and wasn’t at all interested in others. Honeycrisp, Empire and Lobos were fantastic. We left the Macintosh and Spartans unpicked. I guess that’s the reason you go apple-picking – not to save money, but to sample the apples, choose only the ones you love, and come away with a fresh mix.
And you also get to spend a day in the sun, out in the country. A great way to say goodbye to summer.
Of course, I now have to find a way to use all these apples. Apple-cinnamon buns, anyone?












