The no-apple apple festival

Yesterday we rode our bikes to the Gravenstein apple festival. My boss had asked me if I was interested in working on Sunday as well, I said no in favor of spending the day with Andrew: the first day in more than 2 weeks that we would have to ourselves.

We loaded up on water and bike tubes and cash and headed out the door for the neighboring town via the bike path along the creek. I was happy to be biking for fun instead of work, and I internally challenged my thoughts about mixing work and play, and taking on more bike tours. I would rather work in my field. I suppose this is incentive to get an internship.

I was anticipating tables of apples of different varieties, apple cider and apple juice and apple pie and apple butter. There were tractors and historic engines and hay bails. There were people and craft booths and games. There was ice cream and lemonade and beer. There was apple juice. But there was only one kind of apple, and one stand with apple juice, and only 2 stands with apple-products galore. With a bit of disappointment we wandered the park in search of the hidden hard apple cider booth, but it did not exist. So we found the apple guy, selling apple butter and apple syrup and apple other stuff, bought some apple butter and apple-almond raspberry jam and headed out to the local winery for a taste.

And though we didn't find many apples at the apple festival, our kitchen table is covered in apples from Andrew's boss's trees. And the apple pie on the stove is delicious. And next year the apple festival better have more apple stuff or I'll start my own apple festival.