The other day I went apple picking with a couple friends at the lovely Nashoba Valley Winery and Orchard in Bolton, MA. We go here every year, and this is actually our second trip this season. They have fabulous antique apple varieties, some of which have been around since the 1800’s. The owner shares our disdain of varieties such as red delicious (seriously, is such a bland and mealy apple even worth eating? no), and takes us around to show us where the real apples are.
In the apple orchard. The fallen apples will be made into hard cider; I'm excited about that.
Between the two trips, we got a good haul of Maiden’s Blush, Pink Pearl, Honeycrisp, and Ashmead Kernel (the ones that look like ugly potatoes!) We even got our hands on a few Cox’s Orange Pippins, thanks to the dedication of the owner, which is the best apple I’ve ever tasted. They were ripe for picking last week, when I wasn’t able to get out to the orchard, and are so good that only a few were left. I may have told the owner that I loved him for finding these apples, and my friend may have hugged him. ‘Cause we’re like that.
The haul. Of course, we already ate a bunch.
If you don't mind making the trip out to Bolton, Nashoba is a great place for local apples, peaches, wine, and cider. I see some very tasty apple crisp and apple plum crumb cake in my future.