The "pick your own" activity is not foreign to me. My grandmother's backyard was packed with tropical fruits. There were mangoes, guavas, limes, lemons, avocados and some other exotic kinds. But it was never a planned family event, like here, part of a specific season.
I grew up watching Grandma Duck prepare apple pies from fresh picked apples to Huey, Dewey, and Louie Duck. So, if only in the cartoons, to "pick your own apples" was also part of my childhood memories, virtual memories that now became real.
I was surprised by how fresh the apples tasted. Even the supermarket local ones don't test as fresh. Maybe it was just the excitement of picking my own apples that made them taste better, one way or another, it was worth the work of dragging a cart full of apples and pumpkins (and my baby) back to the car.
I guess now that I have my table covered with apples it is time to expose my boys to the next adventure in American culture: "Bake your own apple pie". Except this one will require skills that I have never developed, as I never made a mango pie, guava pie or avocado pie in my country!
