While I was mowing the lawn the other day, I noticed a bag on our back steps.
Our neighbor was at it again. This time she left us a dozen or so large apples. Hooray! I still have apples from the half bushel our other neighbor gave us a while back and a few weeks ago I bought a half-peck of apples from the farmer's market.
An abundance of apples.
I wish I had access to a cider press. Several years ago, our homeschool group went to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. We came armed with buckets of apples. We had picked them from a farm (with permission) and picked them at an old, old, old cemetery (without permission - who do you ask?) along our way.
One of the gals in the group had a friend with a cider press. We brought our buckets and bushels of apples and had a wonderful day. Feeding apples into the hopper, pressing down and watching the clear juice run out into the pitcher.
And the taste! The stuff you buy in the store bears no resemblance to the fresh squeezed flavor of the juice we made.
I don't want to own a cider press - they take up a lot of room and weigh a ton.
But I sure would love to take all these apples to a press someplace and enjoy the fresh taste of unpasteurized apple juice once again.
