I'm such a city girl. It still excites me to be able to pick the food I eat so regularly. I don't know if that happens to all us who grew up in cities or not, but I do get a tiny thrill from seeing a bush or a tree or a garden full of fruits or vegetables that I can partake in. There's something very comforting to me about eating something that is as fresh and nutritious as it gets. And it never ceases to amaze me how much better it always tastes. Even Whole Foods can't compete with that. You can call me a nerd about it, it's okay. 

So when the season changes, we try and head out of the city so we can get our hands on whatever is in season right now, determine what we wouldn't mind having pounds and pounds of at home, then try to come up with any number of different ideas of what to do with all of it. 

It's October so it's apples. We drove about an hour and a half north of LA to Tahacapi where there are numerous orchards thriving in the high desert. As we pulled up the sweet smell of baking apples with cinnamon and sugar made us weak in the knees. We grabbed our buckets and made our way through the farm picking Fujis, Granny Smiths, and Arkansas Blacks. Matt and the boys of course played a little stick baseball with the fallen apples, and Nico kept trying to find any worms that may have crawled in. And we must have left about a pound of fruit on the ground half eaten. Each time on of the boys picked one and began to eat it, they would spot an even bigger one and drop the one in their hands. 

Now it's onto pies, crisps, apple sauce, apple chips, apple butter. Don't be surprised if something comes your way soon.