Fall, oh I do enjoy thee. Let me count the ways.
5.6. The number of seconds (approximately) it took me to eat this cup of chicken noodles at the Johnny Appleseed Festival this weekend.
Fun fact: John Chapman, aka Johnny Appleseed, is buried in Fort Wayne. I'm sure the festival celebrates him in some way - there's lots of period costumes, artisans and rustic games - but it's mostly about the food. There's the chicken and noodles but other booths have corn bread, turkey legs, corn on the cob, chowders, sausage sandwiches, baked potatoes.
Oh, and there's the dessert. Apple crisp, apple and berry shortcake, apples and caramel, apple pedals, apple dumplings, pumpkin rolls, pumpkin ice cream. Oh, and caramel apples. Miles let me have about 3 bites of caramel and all of the apple.
Note: Please excuse the hair - I was so hungry after my 8-miler (seriously, Kim!) that I couldn't be bothered to style the coif before heading to the festival.
3. The string of photos in this series as I tried to grab a nice portrait of the boys at the festival. The first, and most candid, is still my favorite.
11. The number of pounds of apples Miles picked (and I carried).
The fall fun didn't end with the festival on Sunday, when Miles and I found ourselves solo. I have been wanting to go apple picking for some time and a coupon for a different orchard reminded me that we should go.
I am so glad I did. Miles had an absolute blast, running between the rows of trees and spotting the flags, which indicated which trees were ready to be picked. He kept telling me that we "have to run fast" but, sadly, my legs were dead. I told that Mommy was walking.
I think we ended up with five or six varieties, among them Fuji, Cortland, Jonathan and Golden Delicious. I plan to make some apple butter for canning and more apple butter for eating. Yes to all of the apple butter!
Miles had so much fun that we might have to go again. Please send Ball jars.
Tell me: What's your favorite fall activity?