apples

three weeks ago we picked up half a bushel of apples after a weekend in the mountains. strangely, it was snowing that morning. the first snow i’d seen in years. we buy our apples from an orchard in the rabun county, up in the georgia mountains. they have massive pigs and fields of blackberries and pumpkins everywhere, along with all the cheesy goods like 50 flavors of hot sauce and little bags of polished rocks. i love going there.

half a bushel of apples is a lot of apples, like 60 apples. the closest thing we have to a root cellar is our fermentation chamber (an old chest freezer converted with a temperature controller), which is where the apples lived until yesterday, when they were booted out by two 3-gal carboys full of homebrew. it was time to process them.

i turn the apples into apple butter. this is my…

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