This past Saturday, an hours drive south of the city and you'll come to a most storybook farm...
See? It is really as magical as it looks. Truly. And of course, what did I do there? I pressed apples into cider of course (most typical weekend activity in autumn)
Those apples are freezing cold, they sit in chilly water waiting to be thrown into the press...
But then, despite having cold hands, you get this: the product! Amazing, delicious cider. Fresh off the farm!
Hm? Does the above remind you of anything? Hmm. Think real hard now, this is a test!
Happle Fall
xoxo
Creole Wisdom
