The look you give Mom for taking too many pictures…
We are finally getting settled in Connecticut. Even though it doesn’t feel quite settled, we’re moved in, unpacked, planting and painting. Moving back to the east coast from the west coast was surprisingly harder (emotionally) than I thought. I guess we always knew that we’d come back east, if not for any other reason than to visit family, so leaving never felt permanent. We always had plans to come visit before we got on the plane from D.C. heading back to LAX. We don’t have any plans to visit the west coast this year (except for Michael’s one, quick work trip) and that was hard to swallow. It feels much more permanent this time. I definitely miss Los Angeles.
But you never know with us! We’ll see where this next adventure leads. I do know that having a new house, extra space, affordable education and family within driving distance is going to be wonderful for our children. Even if Michael and I are starving for street tacos, beach waves and sunglasses on year round.
Up until recently, I’ve been missing the SoCal beach breeze and California’s glorious policy on humidity the most. Pregnant with twins in the humid east coast heat is twice as exhausting as I remember it with one baby. But this weekend, we had a break in the heat and it’s finally feeling like a crisp fall. We’ve heard lots of good things about Lyman Orchards, so we decided to make the easy 40 minute drive. It was a chilly, cloudy day turned sunny and beautiful. The views did not disappoint and the kids loved picking (or adorably tugging) apples straight off the tree. Lucy picked her heart out and Lilly mostly chomped on apples, which was equally as amusing for her.
Now we have 14 lbs of apples. This weekend, Michael slaved over the best apple pie I’ve ever had. We still have quite a few apples left — honey crisp, golden delicious and granny smith. What do you do with your extra apples? Any favorite recipes?