Thursday, October 17, 2013
Apples & Autumn Rituals
In my first year of law school, my property professor held a review session on a reading day, and she brought us snacks as a peace offering for that extra morning of class. That was the first time I had Gravenstein apple juice from Berkeley Bowl. Since then, I’ve made a special trip over to the East Bay each year to pick up a gallon or two of autumn-in-a-jug.
Pumpkins seem to be the internet darling when it comes to autumn treats, but my favorite has always been apples. Every November that I can remember, my dad drove to Payson, Utah to buy an entire trailer-full of apples to take back to Idaho. That drive home – with hundreds of apples in tow – is a cherished family ritual, a ceremony of fall. It signals the transition from the harvest of summer’s bounty to the preparations for winter’s holiday season.
I think that’s why I make the effort to get to Berkeley Bowl every year: it is a way for me to continue the tradition even though I am away from my family. This year, we shared our Gravenstein apple juice over a weekend dinner with friends, and we made caramel cider syrup for our Sunday brunch. Today, I drink it in the perfect stillness of a golden October morning, and reflect on autumns past.
p.s. blah blah, I’m always so serious now. Whatever. Go to Berkeley Bowl - it is food paradise. And buy this juice. Tell me all about it.