You know what I love best about food (other than the whole keeping you alive thing)? It’s the memories that go with it. As far back as my brain can go, the big memories are associated with food. One of the first things I can recall is being forced to choke down an overcooked brussel sprout (at age 3 or 4) and then promptly throwing it back up. Of course we all have thousands of more pleasant food memories – from school lunches and holiday feasts to picnics, tasty travels and everything in-between. And the best of them all usually involve friends and/or family.
That brings us to a beautiful day at the end of August when we visited our local apple orchard for some apple picking shenanigans. It was a fabulous time – after picking (and tasting) several varieties – the kids tried caramel apples for the first time and then we went home and made fresh pressed apple juice and crumble. And just when I was wondering how to store all those apples, they were gone.