The curious similarities between MA and Quebec

1L and I headed to Peabody today (pronounced Peebuddy around here, but Pea-Body by McTommy and other GPS units and non-MA people) to go apple picking. We picked a peck of apples (I've been trying to think of a P word for apples, but can't thing of one, so the alliteration has to stop at the peck). We got Cortland, since they're good for baking (or so sayeth the sign when we picked up our bag to hold a peck) and 1L has plans for them - she's making a cinnamon-red hot sauce for them, which apparently is tastey with roast pork. The apple picking was quite fun, although it kept looking like the apples that were just out of our reach were the ripest. But we managed to get a decent peck of them - enough that I think 1L is now wishing she had an apple peeler/corer.

The picking place was pretty packed. But, between the Macintoshes, Galas, and Cortlands, there was room for people to spread out. After picking, we headed to the store that was related to the picking place. Judging from the kid in the car next to us, happily munching on a donutey looking thing, they had apple donuts and other apple creations there. However, there was a line of people to get in to the store. We decided that it's not just Quebecians who like their apple donuts and apple pies and such, and also decided to come back during the week, when it might be a bit less crowded.