The kids, their Aunty, and I had a blissfully classic Fall day this past Friday. It was filled with blue sky, fiery trees and APPLES. After careful consideration, the orchard of choice was Kilmarnock Orchard. The drive alone convinced us we had chosen well. The countryside was spectacular. The hills rolled. The colours were intense. And every house was charming.
The orchard itself was thoughtfully laid out. The perimeter of white fencing was quaint. The trees were labelled clearly, ladders scattered throughout the orchard. Picnic tables were placed here and there, offering nice resting spots. Once our two bags were brimming with fresh crisp apples, we all filed into the lovely Pomme Rouge, a little cafe run by the orchard. There we were served a warm slice of traditional apple pie, topped with Balderon's Old Cheddar, along with a scoop of creamy vanilla ice cream. Mmmm.
What made, perhaps, the strongest impression of all were the owners. They had big smiles and offered warm and generous service. They chatted with my children, making friendly overtures with us all. They encouraged me to bring along a few more moms next time and they would give us a tour of the orchard by wagon ride. And when our costs were tallied up, I noticed a few dollars had been knocked off. That clinched it. They have guaranteed our continued autumnal devotion.
That evening we cooked up an apple feast. Curried Turkey, Apple & Sweet Potato Soup , served with warm buttered buns for dinner. And the most delicously rich Apple Custard Tarts for dessert. Everyone needs an Apple Day in their lives.
