This is the kind of warning I like to see on my beverages.Fuzzy and I were driving around near PineTop yesterday when we passed a group of old men operating a big ass cider press in a front yard. We pulled a U-turn and parked next to a cloudy-eyed geriatric beagle that could barely summon the energy to bark at us. The men greeted us, then went back to pouring buckets of apples into the press and shoveling the leftover pulp into the bed of an old Ford. From a cloud of yellow jackets, one man told us that the apples were fresh off the tree, picked up in Romney that morning. So, for the benefit of the Newburg Rotary Club (and my insatiable desire for cider past about the first of September), we purchased a gallon.
It is so wonderful. It has actual little bits of apple floating around (and more than one ground-up yellow jacket, I'm sure). And neither Fuzzy nor I have suffered any ill effects from the potential critters.
I was inspired to post about our unpasteurized adventure by my friend Melissa over at Adventures in Louisiana. Her bun-in-the-oven status is temporarily prohibiting her from enjoying the more perilous gastronomic delights. Don't worry, Mel, in a few months you'll be able to eat all the raw fish you can stand (and you'll have your own little guppy to show for it!).
4 comments:
Lib
that is the best thing yet ! When I shuffle off the mortal coil I want you to write my eulogy.
Our neighbor has a fridge full of micro-brew beer left over from a Celtic festival in Austin and I can't drink any of it! WAH! So thank you for enjoying life to the fullest while thinking of me...very civic minded of you to purchase cider from the Rotary club as well :)
i just got more Mutsu ( aka Crispin ) apples from Nall's. I may have to make some apple crisp in the next few days. Oh, and ask me about the spinach ball recipe I veganized...got rid of all the eggs !
Those bugs and enzymes are good for you, honey!
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