Dale's Apple Press
Sept. 20, 2009
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The first time Dale invited us out to help press
Gravensteins into cider, I was too busy to make it:
three-week old Emily, light as a box of Kleenex,
was sleeping on my chest as I lay on the couch
out at our cabin in Rio Nido. I couldn't disturb
that scene, so I skipped the apple press that year.
This year, we got a second invitation. Emily
doesn't nap as much now, so we were able to make it.
Fresh pressed apple juice is really good, by the way.