So yesterday we Puerto Ricans decided to go apple picking.
If you know us, you know that: 1. We don’t eat apples. and 2. We’ve never been apple picking. We don’t even like picking them out at the supermarket. But my dad wanted to go, and heck, why not? It is autumn. Let’s do fall things!
After weeks of research we settled on the place closest to home, Wilkens Fruit & Fir Farm in Yorktown Heights. The ride up was pretty uneventful and after 40 mins we got off at the exit and hooked a left to drive 1/2 a mile to our destination. The 1/2 mile drive should have taken 2 minutes, the problem was the rest of NY was also on its way to the farm. So our 2 min, 1/2 mile drive took 90 mins. 90 f*cking minutes! On the bright side, at least the sun was shining. And we had some wonderful scenery to take in.
Once we got to the farm the fun ensued.
Aside from the fact I ran into a nemesis of mine in the parking lot, all went well. We waited patiently to pick up our bag and apple picking sticks. Then made our way to the orchards to pick some apples.
Now, no one told me there are like 45,825 different varieties of apples. I just thought there were two. A red one. A green one. Apparently there were different areas in the orchard growing specific apples which would be suitable for apple sauce making, cider making, baking or strictly eating raw.
I still don’t know what the heck we picked out. But we managed to bring home about 80 to 90 apples. All very pretty & quite delicious.