Over the weekend a friend and I made our third? fourth? trek out to Lapacek's Orchard of the season. It was pumpkin picking time and a coffee cart was there to warm the pickers.
The goats were enjoying breakfast.
And one of the cats was out soliciting pets.
I bought some Winesaps. What really lured me in was that, when aged, they take on a flavor like marzipan.
I am not sure what I'll make with them but apple beer cheese soup is definitely in the running.
My friend knows Kim Lapacek and she revealed her latest project: to document baking a different bundt cake every week for a year. The project is to be called Looking For the Bundt Hole.
On the way home my friend and I decided to break our fasts at the Jet Room. I think what sealed the deal was my revelation that I'd never been there.
The novelty is that it's at the airport, the bit where the private planes of the well-heeled land and take off far from the lines of the hoi polloi who wait in line to take their belts off and be scanned. We only saw this lone jet.
We witnessed a gentleman clad in suit and tie get out of an SUV and enter the plane but I don't recall it taking off. Perhaps this was because I was too busy with my food and the wonderful conversation.
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