Iconic midwest photo:
That’s only twenty minutes from my house, and I live in the city proper.
It was a cool, overcast, beautiful day, perfect for me, so Sassy and I went off to the apple orchard.
Doors — not so much.
Over all, the apple orchard is all about open doors, but there was one I was glad to see shut.
Those apples are cortlands, and they really are that color. We picked them, and some golden delicious.
And we did this.
We also shared a pulled pork sammich and practically swooned over the applesauce. It was hard for me to allow my child to eat any of the applesauce. When I handed it over, I said, “This is love.”
After eating a few bites, she said, “I don’t know how you gave this to me. You really must love me a lot.”
We bought a quart to take home. And some honey sticks. And some fudge for The Mister.
We also bought some apple maple bacon jam. You have no idea.
#ThursdayDoors is part of an inspired post series run by Norm Frampton, hosted by Dan today. To see other doors of interest, or to share your own, click the link and find the frog.