Today was the annual Cider Day at the farm of some friends in Scarborough. I've known the M.s since 3rd grade, when I moved to South Portland and entered Mrs. M's 3rd grade class.
After a rainy Saturday night and Sunday morning, the sun came out and we had a beautiful, warm Cider Day. The apples this year! All of the trees around are dripping with them. We didn't shake down all of them, fortunately; that hand-crank press gets kind of tiring after several batches. I had called M. last week and told her to bring her violin, so we had some fun fiddling as everyone was digesting soup and dessert.
Back at home with some super-sweet, fresh-pressed cider, I added salt and whey, covered it with a towel, and am now verrrrrry patiently waiting 3 days to pour it into jars and let it sit in the fridge to mellow. Cider tasting at Thanksgiving, maybe?