This morning while Richard and I were fixing breakfast here at Hodgdon Island Inn there was a loud knocking on the front door followed by the low murmuring of voices intent on not disturbing the guests still sleeping.
I have to admit that it is pretty unusual to have someone knock that early in the day, so I was trying to think who it might be. Of course! It was time for the “Apple Man” to come! I could not believe it!
Summer had changed to fall and apple season was upon us. The signs were all there: shorter days with really deep pink sunsets, heavy dew on the morning grass, Monarch butterflies heading in a southwesterly direction and the “apple man” at the front door.
The apple man comes twice a year from Augusta with his station wagon full of just picked Maine apples http://www.maineapples.org/varieties/ Yum! The smell is absolutely delightful. It reminds me of my childhood apple picking adventures down by the Ohio River at Parlor Grove Farm in Kentucky. The best ones of course, are always on the high, high branches. I hate ladders, being slightly afraid of heights, so I loved it when my dad would take me in his arms and swing me up high so I could pick the really good ones! Picking apples with the “apple man” is a lot easier and requires no ladder, but that same element of fun is there when one takes his paper basket and begins picking the assortment of apples one wants. A McIntosh here, a Jersymac there, a Jonamac or two and a Paulared … J
Apple season is here and so for the next few weeks Hodgdon Island Inn guests will be treated to a multitude of apple recipes including our most often requested signature dessert: apple pie cobbler cake (see September 12, 2012 BLOG for recipe).