As a Vermonter living far away from home, Fall is simultaneously my favorite and least favorite season. It’s no secret that I am a very nostalgic person, perhaps to a fault, and my nostalgia is always at it’s height as I start to see and feel pieces of Fall here in Washington. Don’t get me wrong, Washington is very pleasant this time of year, but there is nothing like a Vermont Fall. The colors, the apples, the crisp air, I’m tearing up just thinking about it.
Today at the Farmer’s Market I found some crisp Macintosh apples. I can’t even begin to describe the joy I had at finding these. Washington has some great varieties of apples, but Macintosh are by far my favorite and it’s very rare to find them fresh around here. Fall has begun and I’m left with a bellyful of deliciously tart apples and a longing to be home.