I’ve been slacking on my posts lately, but let’s talk about a few weekends ago when the weather was perfect and fall-like and crisp enough to wear a cute jacket (but not quite crisp enough to not sweat after 10 minutes of being outside) and I decided it was PERFECT for heading to Charlottesville to pick apples!
Just kidding. I can’t.
That didn’t happen. Well, we went to Charlottesville. But why wouldn’t everyone in the state of Virginia want to pick apples the same time as us? Just as we got off the interstate, I checked the orchard’s Facebook page only to see they were at capacity and would be “closed for a couple of hours.” A COUPLE OF HOURS?! Oh ok, yeah that’s not going to work. At this point, I’m just dying inside because the REAL reason we’re here is to eat hot apple cider donuts.
In an effort not to make the 45 minute drive a complete waste, we decided to grab lunch (Michael) & wine (me) so we compromised on Pippin Hill Winery because I heard they had great food and not just your typical cheese plate. Okay, maybe I just saw pictures online but either way, the food looked amazing. Fast forward to 15 more minutes down the road and we get to the winery. “Hi, welcome! If you’re here for a wine tasting, come on in. If you’re here for lunch, our waitlist is at 2+ hours long but our kitchen closes in 45 minutes so…” Okay, got it. We’re not eating today.
A $30 bottle of wine later, we found a lovely spot in the corner to eavesdrop on the 40-something year old women voting for Trump next to us. Honestly, I never spend more than $20 – errrr, $10 — on a bottle of wine when I’m at home, but I’m fine with doing it at a winery. Things I don’t understand about myself.
I’ll skip the part of the day where I thought it would be a good idea to try and go back to the top of the mountain on the way home because I still wanted those donuts, but we got stuck in traffic on the way up only to find the lines for donuts were probably about an hour &a half long. We all survived, Michael didn’t throw me off the side of the mountain, we made it home all before sunset and Charlie didn’t even pee in his crate. I’d say it was a pretty successful day, donuts or not.