Peck & Bushel

October 8, 2017 (281/365)

When I was a little girl, Grandma Dodo always used to sing "I love you a bushel and a peck" before I went to sleep. Today, when I saw the sign for Peck & Bushel, I had to stop to taste some apples and take some photos. Despite all the hype about pumpkin spice, to me, autumn really tastes like apples. My dad would always bring home bags of crisp Macs in early fall and later in the season, bushels of "windfalls" -- imperfect Cortlands for baking. Our garage was perfumed with apples from late September throughout the holidays, and the aroma of tart apples and cinnamon often wafted from the kitchen as my mom made gallons of apple sauce and her weekly apple pie. The sight, smell, and taste of all these apples today combined with that song playing on a loop in my head makes me miss my family even more. Sometimes the simplest memories are the fondest.