Was the hot cider alcoholic? Either way, I'd like to try that. (I've seen recipes for lambswool where you can use cider instead of ale; I mean to drink that before spring.)
The hot cider was the non-alcoholic kind normal to New England—unsweetened, unfiltered, if you leave it alone in your refrigerator it will begin to ferment on its own and it used to be you could leave it over the winter and periodically scrape off the ice and have applejack in the spring—but there was an entire bar of the other kind of cider, which is much of the occasion of Cider Days. There was a whole string of participating orchards, we just visited the one. I would love to be able to introduce you to the apple trees of New England.
I wonder who left that apple. Is it a New England tradition to shout at dry stone walls?
Not as far as I know! It evolved idiosyncratically in my case over the last year of Wendell Corey's yarhzeit and birthday. It wouldn't have been the dry stone wall he built as a teen in the Springfield area if that 1950 interview can be believed, but it was the first one I saw, which fulfilled the conditions.
Huzzah for all of this. I hope the changing clocks were kind to you.
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Was the hot cider alcoholic? Either way, I'd like to try that. (I've seen recipes for lambswool where you can use cider instead of ale; I mean to drink that before spring.)
The hot cider was the non-alcoholic kind normal to New England—unsweetened, unfiltered, if you leave it alone in your refrigerator it will begin to ferment on its own and it used to be you could leave it over the winter and periodically scrape off the ice and have applejack in the spring—but there was an entire bar of the other kind of cider, which is much of the occasion of Cider Days. There was a whole string of participating orchards, we just visited the one. I would love to be able to introduce you to the apple trees of New England.
I wonder who left that apple. Is it a New England tradition to shout at dry stone walls?
Not as far as I know! It evolved idiosyncratically in my case over the last year of Wendell Corey's yarhzeit and birthday. It wouldn't have been the dry stone wall he built as a teen in the Springfield area if that 1950 interview can be believed, but it was the first one I saw, which fulfilled the conditions.
Huzzah for all of this. I hope the changing clocks were kind to you.
*hugs*
They were. I slept.