Sunday, October 10, 2010

From Apples to Cider


A week ago, we picked all the apples worth picking in the backyard. After climbing the gnarled trees and squeezing underneath the branches, we emerged a little scraped, but fairly happy with our harvest (though it was small).

Yesterday, the Dogtor picked more apples from an orchard near a friend's house, and soon we had multiple couples out by the barn, churning the press. Babies of all ages were everywhere, as were dogs and cats. The goats and horse fared well, too - each received a good share of bad apples.

Apples included in the cider: McIntosh, McGowan (Macoun), Empire, Granny Smith, and, thanks to our friends, the Northern Spy.

Sadly, our cider yield was low compared to years before. Each half gallon is that much more precious....although we have one more enthusiastic cider drinker among us than we used to (Fray-monster loves the stuff. More a-ppuhl!)

We remain grateful for the free labor - cranking that press is tough!

2 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness! When I was little we had a press just like that-maybe a bit bigger ( I think from my dad's wine/cider making days--prekids). Seeing it brings back memories and I can recall having other families over and pressing cider. Such great times for you guys!

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  2. I love it! You guys will have to join us sometime - maybe next year!! :)

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