Apple picking: fantasy edition

I'm heading upstate to my friend Nicole's country house to go apple picking this weekend. If I don't return, it's because Nicole and I have a bad habit of getting busted by the Apple Picking Police for venturing into roped off areas in search of the best fruit. Fortunately, the APP are pimply high school boys on golf carts with megaphones. We can take them with our hands tied behind our backs.



A bunch of people are coming out to stay. Nicole has promised apple-icious treats. Can we have blackberry and green apple hand pies please? (High maintenance guest, anyone?)



Of course I brought my fantasy apple picking outfit with me:



I'm having a little bit of a Minnetonka moment. Humor me - I had the moccasins in every color when I was a kid. They're so cheap they're practically free.



I'm riding up with Robert, who is delightful and hilarious. He tells the funniest gross-out stories about sex I've ever heard. One involves a gay cater-waiter, a billiard ball, and a very fancy party. I'll leave the rest of it to your imagination.




Apples - A Walk Through Durham Township.
Hand pies from the wonderful blog, Fish Food.
Sweater - Garance.
Minnetonka madness from here.