
Youngest son and I drove to Jonamac Orchard in Malta, IL (near DeKalb) on this beautiful sunny fall day, ostensibly to pick apples. He didn't go for the giant corn maze, but instead spent the entire time running and leaping across a perilous gap in the Hay Bale Pile. Would have done it all day, I'm pretty sure. I happily sat on the hay bales with my face to the sun, eyes closed, listening to little kids running around - bliss. He also had great fun firing the Apple Cannon, an impressively loud and powerful compressed-air gun that shoots apples several hundred feet into distant rows of corn. Unfortunately, it quickly became too crowded for apple picking to be much fun, so we skipped that for another time. We did, however, savor a fine picnic lunch of criminally good Jonathan apples, delectable apple pie, and fresh apple cider - "an apple in a bottle," he said. Sadly, the lines for buying picked apples were also insanely long, so we came home empty-handed but not empty-headed. Such a sweet and lovely day, and a lovely memory to put with so many others. Days like this make me very happy.
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Pam and I took the girls to Michigan several years ago specifically to go to the cider mills that she frequented as a child. Most of them were pretty tame, but there was one that was still water powered; you could watch them making the cider right there. We went there twice and walked the river path.
It's still hot here, I would love to have a glorious mid-western autumn, but alas, it is not to be.
Pete - sounds like a wonderful trip to MI. I wish I could send your family a bushel of the apples we ate! If citrus still flourishes in the Southwest, we could do a trade for some of that amazing grapefruit...
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We have an "Oro Blanco" in our backyard (along with two navel oranges.) It's the sweetest grapefruit you have ever had and is worth the trip to AZ just to get it.
Another high point is that the juice makes a great margarita mix!
They should be ripening up in December, just about the time the sub-zero temperatures hit Chicago. It's the price we pay for living through the summer.
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