Sunday, 19 October 2008

Drunk on apple fumes

68 litres of juice and 145 litres of cider later, I'm ready to fall into a soft sofa in front of the fire. First there was the picking and sorting, then the carrying, the washing, the milling, the pressing, the bottling, the labelling. Not forgetting the sterilising of buckets and bottles and barrels and funnels and the twiddling of bottle brushes of every size and shape to get into those hard to reach corners.
Friends have helped and used the kit all weekend too, so the machines have been worked hard. I suppose 400 litres of juice destined for both alcoholic and breakfast beverage has been churned out in total. Enough to keep us hydrated for quite some while.
The milling and pressing was done in the cob barn...finally it can be put to use.

5 comments:

paula said...

Excellent, rewarding, satisfying work - seasons captured in a bottle.
Content exhaustion and a huge thank you.

Far Side of Fifty said...

I bet it smelled wonderful too! :)

Winchester whisperer said...

Bravo Mopsa - chin chin!

mountainear said...

Cheers!

Flowerpot said...

i love the smell of fresh cider.