So I started working on this post last night, but the stupid WordPress app erased all the typing I did on my phone. So, now I’m starting over.
Simon and I have been quite busy, in a good way, this fall. The house we are living in has several apple trees in the backyard. So we harvested a TON of apples and stored them in a big moving box. Well Simon was ecstatic. He loves apples, especially when they’ve been made into pie. Numerous apple pies and crumbles later, he actually got tired of eating apple pie (I never even thought this was possible). But we still had a LOT of apples left over. See:
After much talking we decided that turning them into juice would be the most awesome thing we could do. Only one problem, we don’t have a cider press. We looked at buying one, but $200 is a little more than we want to spend right now. We thought about renting one, but really didn’t like that we didn’t know who had used it or what they had done to it.
So the apples sat and languished for a while, until Simon ran into our landlady at the post office. They got to talking and he brought up how we wanted to press the apples, but didn’t have a cider press.
“We have one!”
I really love these people. They live on a ranch and raise cows, goats, chickens and ducks, and they have two alpacas and a llama they let me shear and keep the fiber from. And they have an apple press! The press circulates around the family, so they had to find who currently had it, but by the next weekend we had the press and were ready to go.
We gave it a quick rinse (they had already pressure washed it) just to get the dust off. Then we took it around back and loaded it with apples.
While Simon worked on mowing the lawn, I got to pressing. It was a really good arm workout for sure! It was also a lot of fun watching the apples come out as mush. After pressing what was in the box, Simon was done mowing and we decided to run around and get some more apples to press. We came back with a partially filled box and that’s when man muscle took over.
You can see he was quite into it! We ended up with two big jars full of juice.
Of course Simon was more than happy to try some. He did just finish mowing the lawn after all.
We drank about half of one, and then I dropped it on the kitchen floor and the jar broke. Sad sad day. Also, sticky sticky floor. I’ve mopped it three times since then and it’s still not back to normal.
The other jar is being turned into apple cider vinegar as we speak! More on that in an upcoming fermentation post. I was planning on including it in this one, but it’s already getting long, and I want to be able to go into details about the bubbly buggies we’ve got going.