went apple picking in Westchester yesterday. It's a lovely area, and I had a lot of fun. Put on 90's rock on the radio and the hour car ride went by fast. Stopped by Stone Barns afterwords and picked up a chicken (whose leg was promptly eaten by the dog as I stepped out for wine), veggies, and a few dozen eggs. Also, got a fuck load of apples.
was joined by a SF member who kept on swinging his bag of apples between his legs, and who kept on making up songs about apple picking to the tune of 3rd Eye Blind, which was the last song that came on as we pulled in.