One reason I love living in Centre Country is the Way Fruit Farm on Halfmoon Valley Road (don’t you love that there’s a real road somewhere called Halfmoon Valley?). Way Fruit Farm began selling those first apples in 1867, and six generations later, Brooks and Sharon Way, along with their daughter and son-in-law, continue the tradition.
Imagine driving past farmland and stables and horses and willow trees. Imagine the hills and the changing leaves and the lush Pennsylvania land. When you see the apple orchards, turn right to visit Way Fruit Farm.
We take our daughters to Way Fruit Farm all year long. There’s always something wonderful to see and taste. It’s a special place that smells like apple pie in the store and whose rolling hills of orchards and crops are beautiful to see. For eight years now, we’ve traveled on the old wagon to pick our pumpkins, and then we fill a bag with delicious apples.
Last weekend, I asked Sharon Way to tell me about her personal favorite apple. She’s an expert! Her whole life is apples! I tell her the Honey Crisp is too sweet for me; I like crunchy and tart. She agrees and points to her favorite apple: the Crimson Crisp.
It’s so good I can’t believe it. So crisp–extremely crisp–and tart enough that it’s like eating a Sour Patch Kid. But as you chew it, it turns sweet again.
Living with flair means thanking God for apples like this, for orchards, and for this great land that yields this kind of food.
You must try a Crimson Crisp. And if you have a free Saturday, come visit Way Fruit Farm for their Fall Festivals on the Saturdays in October.