It tastes like a reason to live.
One of millions.
There are things that mark changing seasons, not a solstice or eqinox, a routine. When apples grow, thousands of them hanging out in the orchards that are an unlikely kind of paradise. We pick them up off the ground, flick away the grubs, and crunch. MMMmmm.
A long standing fall tradition in my family is the pressing of apples, for juice.
There is something truly marvelous about the process.
Step 1. Find free apples. This is generally pretty easy to do in a fruit growing town, especially if you are willing to pick them up off the ground.
Step 2. Put apples in shredder.
Step 3. Squeeze apples.
Step 4. Drink it up.
That’s all I can say.
Words fail at my lips
Sticky with cider.
One of millions.
There are things that mark changing seasons, not a solstice or eqinox, a routine. When apples grow, thousands of them hanging out in the orchards that are an unlikely kind of paradise. We pick them up off the ground, flick away the grubs, and crunch. MMMmmm.
A long standing fall tradition in my family is the pressing of apples, for juice.
There is something truly marvelous about the process.
Step 1. Find free apples. This is generally pretty easy to do in a fruit growing town, especially if you are willing to pick them up off the ground.
Step 2. Put apples in shredder.
Step 3. Squeeze apples.
Step 4. Drink it up.
That’s all I can say.
Words fail at my lips
Sticky with cider.
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