how do you like them apples?

music : peaches by the presidents of the united states of america

today's snapshot




me and charly right before filling our baskets with them apples




i had a date to go apple picking with the fantastic four (moonshine,matt, kim and joey) plus the two super babies, jonah and hollie.


moonshine, matt and jonah





kim joey and hollie

seven years here in the states and every autumn i've wanted to go apple picking. but no. there's always something else to do, or i've nobody to go with. and so, bruce,amy, zen, click and i cruised through one hour of jersey highway driving to the town of harding where wightman's farm is located.






a beautiful day


i got there half an hour earlier than our appointment. i took the opportunity to sit and read a book by h.p. lovecraft that i picked up at border's yesterday. he's really good. scary as poe so far.

anyway, the fantastic four and the two babies came and we headed off to pick them apples. i think there were about 4 varieties ready for picking. so pick 'em we did.



kimmy, moi and charly



armed with poles and baskets, we picked off apples to our hearts' delight. moonshine and kimmy got two baskets each. they are both going to do a lot of baking and cooking. as for me, i ended up with 9 lbs. worth of freaking apples. something tells me i'm gonna get real sick of them this week. boy oh boy. hey, an apple a day, right? with me, i think i'll have to eat three. whoopie doo. my sweat and pee will probably smell of apples, just wait.

apples, apples everywhere


i passed up on the opportunity to go on the hayride. this boondock girl grew up with farmfolks. we may not have hayrides, we have one even better and environment friendly, it's called the carabao cart,




and my playmates and i used to ride it to go to the ricefields in the summer. i went to the farm's market and got me a bottle of local sweet red wine, a loaf of banana bread, a small tin of banana butter, a small tin of apple butter and a quart of apple cider vinegar.

the early to midmorning started out pretty chilly, but by noon, the sun was at its full fury. guess who got another shade of tan? i've had enough of the sun for today. i sauntered out of harding by 2:30. i headed back home and made it here by 4.

jersey drivers are an impatient lot. i passed by a tollbooth by the garden state parkway and fuckwit behind me was upset that i was fumbling for coins. i didn't pass by that blasted toolbooth on my way to the farm okay? so instead of dropping $.70 on the basket, i probably tossed about $1.50 worth of change, dammit.


so i'm back here in the apartment, and i am on katulong (maid) mode. and something tells me i'd better start eating one of my 48 thousand apples.

noo-ni-noo-ni-noo.