I'm NOT Grandma but here's my cider story.

When I was in my teens my brother and I hid a gallon of cider in the cellar
in the fall.  Come New Years when my parents had another couple and their
kids over brother and I decided it was time to sample our "fine hard
cider."  We took friend's oldest son down cellar with us and drew off a
glassful of that cider.  IT HAD TURNED TO VINEGAR!!!!!!  What a vile
revelation that was!!!!!  I have never tried to make hard cider again
although I have had many a fine glass.  However, I actually prefer clover
blossom wine.  Ruth




At 9:12 PM -0200 3/24/07, Gabriel Orgrease wrote:
>Cuyler,
>
>I am not familiar with the structure that you relate. I can certainly
>picture it. It reminds me tho of the book, Tess of the Storm Country.
>Have you read it? I heard about this book for decades before I finally
>came across a copy and read it over an Xmas break a few years ago. It is
>not by any means fine literature but it sure does evoke memories of the
>south end of Cayuga Lake.
>
>Cider has a lot to do with the apples. As to technique if it is filtered
>then it loses something of the exotic. Many years ago I participated in
>a bunch of stonemasonry work for a famer up north of Moravia who made
>barrels of hard apple cider. One tall glass of that was worth a six-pack
>of beer... and it went down very very smooth. When we lit the first fire
>in the fireplace the family & friends gathered with us we were all
>passing pitchers. One hell of a party that was.
>
>Home brewed whatever when it is shared is very much like sharing good
>bread. The label on my wine is "Hoboes Last Choice."
>
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