This past weekend, my Mom & Stepdad came for a visit. To celebrate the first of fall, we spent Saturday driving into the country a ways to Marker-Miller Orchards for some apple picking, BBQ and bluegrass music. Truth be told; I have a love/hate relationship with apples. I love apple juice, apple cider, applesauce, apple pie, etc. However….the sound of someone biting into a cold, crisp apple, is to me, the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard to most. (Even the thought of it sends a shiver down my spine!) So although I happily participated in picking the apples off of the trees, I absolutely shied away from tasting firsthand. Once they’re baked, I’ll give it a go.