Cider Days
This weekend is Franklin County Cider Days. A few years ago, I used to make a point of going every year, doing the cider tastings. One year on High Street, I bought five gallons of unpasteurized cider in my brewing carboy and made hard cider myself. We missed the big tastings already. They were yesterday. But now, they cost more money than they used to. (In fact, I think they used to be free.) But L. and I might drive out to one or two of the events.
I remember sitting in the old church hall in Colrain, sipping ciders and listening to guys in flannel shirts talk about yeast growth and "barnyard aroma" and apple flavor. I loved the fact that there was this coterie of cidermakers, this subculture that you could peer in on.
Yesterday, I raked leaves from our front yard and bagged them up. I was thinking about "going native" here in Franklin County. Cider Day seems one of those events that celebrates the local culture.
I remember sitting in the old church hall in Colrain, sipping ciders and listening to guys in flannel shirts talk about yeast growth and "barnyard aroma" and apple flavor. I loved the fact that there was this coterie of cidermakers, this subculture that you could peer in on.
Yesterday, I raked leaves from our front yard and bagged them up. I was thinking about "going native" here in Franklin County. Cider Day seems one of those events that celebrates the local culture.