I have this thing about going to the mountains every Fall to pick apples. Quite honestly, it is never a convenient time (when is it ever?), but it's just this experience we have to have each year. And from my neck of the woods, it is a five hour drive. But in the end, it's always so worth it. Unfortunately, this year, Mother Nature had other plans. Due to a storm and whatnot, there were no apples to pick, but we still had fun at the apple house.
Some words of advice--do not let your kiddos drink homemade apple cider unless you plan to be very near a bathroom. Just sayin'....I will not go into any detail here. You have been warned.
Farmhouse Apple Pie...yum!
