Last week was Apples Week, guys.
Growing up in southern Connecticut meant I did a lot of cute, outdoorsy things with my family, but without me ever knowing it, these cute, outdoorsy trips were always very carefully curated for city people. We lived in a big commuter area outside New York City and all the pumpkin patches and apple farms were actually just marketed “country day trips” for people from New York to come and do something with their city families. The apples were more expensive if you picked them yourself. Same thing with Christmas trees.
Which, I realize now, is bullshit.
Last weekend Billy and I drove about an hour outside Boston to Pepperell, Mass, to Kimball Fruit Farm, an actual, real farm, with real fruits and vegetables that they grow and sell to humans. Kimball always has the best booths at the farmer’s markets in Somerville and Cambridge, so I was excited to go straight to the horse’s mouth. Since they’re organic (or low spray or whatever, I don’t really care that much about organic so I don’t really know?) their food is usually pretty expensive at the farmer’s market. I think apples tend to go for $3 a pound. But if you go to the farm and pick them yourself, saving the farm the cost of having somebody else pick them and drive them down to the market, it only costs $1.25 a pound for apples. This is how it should be!
My mom told me once that when she was a kid, growing up in Worcester, she would go apple picking with her family because it was a way to save money. That finally makes sense to me. There was something so much more authentic to our apple picking trip that weekend than what I’m used to. It was refreshing.
And also the apples taste amazing.
So we bought something like 12 pounds of apples and ate a million apples last week. We’re actually still eating them. I had one for breakfast and there are four or five left. I even used a bunch of them to make this pie:
I think part of my nesting instinct involves baking a lot. I want to bake all day long.
This is the first piece so it’s a little wonky, but oh man. So many apples in this pie! 5 pounds of apples, to be exact. And the crust was amazing, all butter, very… buttery. The recipe is from a Cooks Illustrated baking cookbook my father-in-law gave me because he doesn’t bake much. Thanks Moe! Also there isn’t a ton of sugar in it, so it mostly tasted like apples and butter, which is a great combination.
Anyway apple week was great, and it’s not even really over because I think I’m going to use the last two apples to make this apple pear salted caramel tart from Fine Cooking.
I am physically unable to stop baking.
This baby better get born soon, or the city of Somerville is going to run out of butter and flour and sugar and Billy is going to gain 85 pounds.