When I was a kid, we used to go apple picking every October. Usually it was just my immediate family but sometimes my cousins would join me too. Even in those days you were supposed to use the “picker” to get the higher apples. No climbing allowed. Although my dad would always let me climb the trees, usually giving me a boost. We would pick and eat, pick and eat. The weather was brisk. So after we picked our fill (and ate way too many apples), we would find a place to rest and my mom would break out a thermos of hot chocolate.
Remember Real Hot Chocolate?