The deer are getting a little too comfy eating old apples, so it’s a good thing we planned on pressing cider on Sunday. We’ll have a bottle or three to freeze for sure:
In addition to our apples and those my Dad grew, we got some apples from a nearby orchard that had been closed a couple years. ( Beautiful place too, and was doing a great business until New York’s fucking laws and regs caused the owners to throw their hands in the air and move. I guess they’re selling it now. ) We got about 15 gallons or so of cider on Sunday: This was a family affair, including our sons’ girlfriends helping for the first time. I was laughing as I pulled in at my parents house and everyone was sitting in front of the barn. I got out of my truck humming “The Walton’s” theme song and asked if today was “Mary Ellen’s quilting party too. When we were done we divided it up and everyone got what they wanted. Ours is in the freezer for later this winter.