I mentioned yesterday that last weekend was our family’s annual “Apple Day.” My extended family all gather to collect and pick apples from where ever we can find them.
There’s only one rule: they have to be free.
You can see I came by frugality naturally.
Though to be honest, what we need the apples for doesn’t require pristine apples and we live in a part of the country where apples grow wild all over the place and every other house has some apple trees.
Many years we see tons go to waste, rotting beneath the trees.
Not this year. It wasn’t a good year for apples and we had our work cut out for us. We called all the people we knew- and some we didn’t- searching for apples. We took small, scabby apples we would’ve tossed last year. And in the end…
Have you figured out what we do with these less-than-pristine apples?
Yep, apple juice.
Er, or is it cider?
That is one messy job. My daughter and I came home smelling like apples and covered in juice.
Be prepared to have apple pieces fall on your shoes.
Apparently, the action was so intense in this picture, I couldn’t hold still long enough to take a clear picture.
As a side note, we’ve used an electric press the last few years but found it didn’t extract as much juice as good old man-power.
What do you know.
Then the two large containers of juice are transported to my sister’s house.
We worked as a team boiling the juice, transferring it to jars, canning them in a boiling-water bath for 10 minutes, and removing them.
And doing it over and over again all day.
And had a great time and a great memory.