Hump Day Cider!

I'm starting hump day off right with a cup of coffee and a good old cry because of this video:

We could all learn a little something about giving. 

I am also starting the day off with poop because I drank my weight in home made apple cider yesterday. I mean, everyday usually starts off the same because thats what coffee is for, right? But today is a cider-poop! How did we make home made apple cider, you ask? ((cue twilight zone dance))

Let me take you back to Sunday, when Jordan and I crashed our friends picnic date at Zoar Valley. I offered to drive because I am that nice, and because you never know what hidden gems you are going to find. So we start our trek and get about 3/4 of the way there when we hit a detour. Not to worry, detours just take you off your route, down some crazy back country roads with no signs, then spit you back out somewhere where you think you want to be. Its a detour. Well, on this detour, and on one of those crazy back country roads, there was a spray painted 'SALE' sign leaning against a tree. I slammed on the brakes and turned right on in. This very nice older fella, (we later learned his name was Pat,) came walking across the street to greet us. I'm pretty sure he was in his glory because he was spitting out stories and prices and all he was hearing was Sold!, cartoon noises of cha-ching cha-ching, and he had $$ for eyes. Just kidding, kind of. So Jordan spotted the press behind all the tables and Pat said "Oh, thats old. I gotta have at least twenty bucks for it."  TWENTY BUCKS! You know what Jordan said? "SOLD!" Super predicable, I know. We eventually made it to Zoar Valley and had a nice little afternoon trek. 

Nature, its pretty neat.

That light.

Typical tourist shot.

Now we are back in Buffalo. ((cue twilight zone music)) and our friends, (and my bosses) at Ashkers were super interested in this press so they let us use it in their basement. Jordan got 12 crates of apples. 12 CRATES OF APPLES. So we got to work. We are lucky enough to have friends that let us use their basement for the space, but even luckier that its a restaurant, and luckier still that we can use some of the equipment. If it wasn't for the machine thingy that was grinding up the apples and spitting them out like spaghetti, we wouldn't have been able to make so much. So I was in charge of making apple spaghetti, Jordan was doing his thing on the press and Tyler was in charge of the cider run-off.  We managed to make somewhere around 15 gallons of mouth watering, lip licking, chomp chompin, apple cider. (There were talks about Poor Girl Cider, more on that later. Maybe.)

What's the difference between cider and juice? Well, Carson Carey cleared that up for us: "If its sweet and yellow, you're drinking juice there fellow. If its delicious and brown, you're in cider town!" (I think he said it was from the Simpsons, but I'll let him take the credit.) Enough talking, we want pictures!!

Pressin, pressin, pressin, keep those apples pressin.

Nothin but pure, sweet nectar.

There were a few blips along the way, but thats what makes it fun and memorable. I mean, how many people can say they have seen or heard a cider press spit apple guts at them? Exactly. So, it wasn't perfect, but we got a system down, and we will be making more cider, for sure. 

So thats the story of the three little pigs. Hiking, picking, and cidering.

Oh, and this happened.

Don't ask.

Smell ya later!

-Stephanie 

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**Know someone that has a barn, attic, basement, chicken coop, secret room, garage, (you get the point,) that needs to be picked over? Holla at me!! PoorGirlPicker@gmail.com and we can talk about what you got, what I want, and maybe eat