It was Cider Day this past Saturday. We loaded up the car with buckets and coolers of apples, trash bags of jugs of all sizes, knives, a motor, quilts I had quilted for mom, and a small suitcase (that's all there was room for). I asked, "Why do we always look like the Clampett's when we head north to Mom and Dad's???" I told the hubster, "Well, at least we won't have all this to unload when we come home." Wrong. There were jugs of cider, a box of canned pears, and even some cherry trees to plant. We should just change our last name to Clampett.
There were even more apples at this year's cider making..........
I didn't get them all in pics as there were just too many.
But the revolutionary thing was this...........
David brought a motor which they attached to the grinder. And we brought a hatchet and some of our own knives to chop up the large apples.
And lots of neighbors showed up to help and they were excellent help!
And one of these young guys brought an old lard press (dated 1860) that he had cleaned up and since we had enough manpower, we used it too!
Bitsy did her best to be supportive, but it was still exhausting work.
We finished up by 12:30 and only got a little wet as the rain started. Forty gallons of cider (not all pictured here)..............
I still have some apples that we are dehydrating and I am making into applesauce, and some to take to a friend's house here and make some more cider in a week or so. We only brought back about 6 gallon and have already given some away. David's nephew's wife is expecting in October and when she saw the picture, the cravings started. We delivered a gallon to her in Columbia yesterday.
Nothing much has or is going to happen in the sewing room this week. The first step is to service the longarm and do some major sweeping. Then I have some customer quilts that I need to get to work on. But today is some house cleaning and 9 piano lessons, so I know there won't be any sewing time.
Sending Birthday Wishes a day early to my cousin Pam. The card is in the mail, but I'm betting it won't reach her by tomorrow.
Christi