We went apple picking a couple of weekends ago in an picturesque orchard less than an hour outside of DC. We’d been planning our trip to this orchard ever since trying freshly milled cider made of apples from this orchard at our local end of summer street fair. We watched a man churn an old fashioned cider mill and the juice pour straight into our glasses. We ended up with pure, unadulterated apple flavor, sweet with a hint of tart, and so fresh tasting. I had never enjoyed the flavor of apples as much as I did in that moment. So a month or so later when the leaves had started to turn colors and the air had developed a hint of crisp, we ventured out of the city….