Typical Minnesota

Just another day in Minnesota. Every day is like this, you know. And we all live on apple orchards. We only make up those stories about the winters and the mosquitoes to keep people away.
Well, today was pretty magnificent, anyway. My friend Alex and I went apple-picking (our second ‘annual’ trip), and the weather was fine, if cool. Having experienced apple-overload last year, we decided to split a single bag this year, and we went with about 70% State Fair variety, and 30% McIntosh. Both should be good for baking (crisp and tart), so I just have to decide what to make.
I wonder when my homegrown apples will be ready. I think they’re Haralson, but I really have to find the tag that’s somewhere in the garage. I’m sure they’ll be the best apples I’ve ever tasted, regardless of variety.
Yesterday was also a decent one, weather-wise, despite some rain in the morning and alternating spells of sunshine and clouds. My mom and I went to the state fair and faired it up, choosing the breeds of goats and chickens and cows we’ll someday have when we both move out to the country. I succeeded in eating everything on my list, and we went to the agriculture building to see the prize-winning vegetables (much scoffing on my part, even though they were very impressive, but I’m honour-bound to consider my own produce to be the finest).
Two days of being out of the house for hours and hours equals a very clingy Beany now. I think we’ll have to have a nice, slow Sunday morning tomorrow!