Orchards
If you live in a state that doesn't have apples I don't know if you do this autumn ritual called, Going to the Orchard. Well us Minne-soh-tans go ga-ga for apple orchards. So every weekend in the fall you can find scores of people running through orchards, corn mazes, pumpkin patches, going on hay rides, chasing after their kids, yelling, and threatening to put them in the car and going home. I do not have children so I get my Baby Bjorn out and put my cat Marius into it and go for a frolicking good time at ye ol' orchard. I don't really do this, but the thought sounded so ludicrous i just had to write it. I went with my pal Shannon and we spent a lovely day at the orchard. Mostly stuffing our faces with apple brats (bratwurst sausage, i didn't want you to think we are eating the bad little children in the apple fields) apple doughnuts, caramel apples, apple cider, apple butter, apple salsa, apples. Just call me Bubba. Shannon, the apple of my one good eye.