Last Friday we went to an Apple Farm. How fun was that. It's located in Paradise, CA. The Name is "Noble Orchards". It's old time at its best. I mean, you drive in the driveway, it's a one lane road that you drive right by a rock house, which is adorable. The yard is somewhat mowed but has overgrown bushes, loads of leaves and a few logs which are tree size, kinda stacked in a not set pattern. I love it. As we drive by the house here is this old barn which is all open at this end. You can look in and see shelves and shelves of apples in sacks and boxes. Let's just say many nooks and crannies. There are two ladies working around. We take our time and look and see what all they have. On some of their shelves is all local items. Butte View Olive Oil from Oroville, CA and Blackberry Sauce from Antelope Creek Farms. I buy one of each and start looking at apples. They have many varieties, we try several, as one of the ladies is handing out samples. One in particular is yummy and that is the one we decide one. It's Gala and delicious. I come home and the weekend I am making apple pies till they are coming out my ears but before I even started the pies I peeled and sliced apples in my slow cooker to make apple butter. That needs to cook for at least 12 hours and it's so simple in the cooker. I'll add the recipe next time. My house smells wonderful and I feel I am getting in the holiday spirit.
Do what I did. Find that Apple Farm. Go and get yourself a bushel. It's great and nothing like the clones you find in the store. You know the ones, when you put them up to your nose, you can't smell apple and if you scrape your nail on the skin off comes wax. YUK! I think my Mom had wax fruit on her dining room table back in the early 60's. They really should not be in stores in the produce section. Tootles and Dootles
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