Make memories for your little ones and save a bundle by picking by the peck.

Today was the perfect autumn day. The weather was clear and gorgeous, we piled into the car, cranked up Beethoven’s 6th (the best bucolic country road music, ever) and went for a ride. Our destination? The apple orchard. Our mission? Pick the first of the season Macoun apples. Nothing in our apple eating experience rivals these babies for pure eating pleasure. Crisp, tart, sweet, juicy. It is the quintessential apple. In fact, we can think of few things on earth as sinful (at least as far as apples go) than picking them off the tree, polishing them up on our sweater and taking that first crunchy, hard bite. We are certain these red beauties were the temptation hanging in the garden that changed everything.

We drove to the same farm we have gone to since we were kids. It was mobbed. Where once fruit trees filled the distant view, suburban subdivisions have grown in their place.  We put on blinders to the clipped boundaries and picked up our picking bags.

We have lots of secret beliefs and little obsessions, (hey, who doesn’t?), and our mom handed this one down to us and we have passed it on to our kids. We believe that each tree produces apples with its own distinct flavor.  So, we spent the day on the hunt for the perfect tree that produced the perfect fruit, and once we found it picked as many perfect apples as we could carry.  One full peck of perfect apples to be precise.

Yes, we got a little carried away.  But, hey it was a big bargain— our overstuffed, fixed price bag worked out to only $1.53 per pound.  We were so proud.  All in all a multi-tasking thrifty day for a mama b on a budget: food, travel, entertainment, exercise, and culture (Beethoven, remember?).

What would you do with a peck of apples?