But I'm from apple-town (Barack Obama gave not one, but two speeches from our orchards on the campaign trail), and whether or not I get to pick them from the tree myself, I can taste the difference between fresh local apples and imported ones. And the autumn (my favorite season) just never seems the same without being surrounded by bushels and pecks of my go-to fall fruit.
So imagine how delighted I was to find this:
Farmers from West Virginia come to DC every weekend to sell their produce outside of Eastern Market, and while I can't vouch for the peaches (too late in the season) I can tell you that the apples are mind-bendingly good. I've been living off bags of Honeycrisps as big as two fists, interspersed with crunchy little Galas and the occasional Jonamac. My lunch bag every day is decidedly lumpy and harder to fit in my purse on the way to work. I have been known to munch through an apple at lunch and go back for another one in the evening when I get home.
I don't live in apple-town anymore - but I'm liking this one just fine. :)
Apple season isn't the same here either...somehow picking apples by myself just doesn't have the same appeal as taking my kiddos with me. :( I actually did "U-Pick" out of the bins and it was rather lame. xo