when you like the holiday as much as I do. It’s a chance to revisit some favorite haunts, stock up on delicious foodstuffs, celebrate that all that is warm and fuzzy and corny and great. Under the glowing leaves, we visit some of the best places in the Hudson Valley.
It’s cold, even a bit of snow crusting the ground, but it’s all good.
Fable Farm in Ossining.
The fat goats gorge on crates of vegetables.
Kiki in particular likes to get her skull petted. Proust wrote, The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. What would it be like to see the world through G.O.A.T. Kiki’s diabolical eyes?
At Thompson’s Cider Mill in Croton-on-Hudson, the trees have been picked clean.
Arkansas Black is in stock, my favorite eating apple. Rock hard, dense. Perfect.
Nearby, the best magical gate opens out into absolutely nothing but your imagination.
At Stone Barns, at the Rockefeller Estate in Tarrytown, the farm stand is out of leaf lard – oh no! – but we get to see a bride and groom strolling away from a cold-weather wedding ceremony. Love in the air.
What shall we make for Thanksgiving? Sausage and apple for the stuffing? What kind of pies? Apple crumb, check. Chocolate pecan. Will brussels sprouts suffice or do we need another green vegetable? Who will bring the cheese? All the vital questions. Mull them over, take your time. We are so lucky.