Fall marked our introduction to brewing beer, but that was just the beginning. Then, we met Beau and Jessa's cider press.
Many of you met Beau and Jessa at our wedding. You also met their flowers, their lights, and their home-grown veggies, all of which they were kind enough to share with us. They're unbelievably wonderful friends and are largely in-part responsible for us feeling at home here in the Pacific Northwest. All y'all Midwesterners left us with high expectations for what friendship should be; Beau and Jessa have lived up to them. They've invited us into their lives, and they've invited us into their annual cider festival. It didn't take much convincing to get us there.
Here's Mike, blissfully pulling his weight at the press fest:
That looks like a lot of cider, yeah? Well, would you believe it if I told you that that's just what they sent folks home with? There was a remaining 100+ gallons in carboys that Beau has been fermenting and turning into hard cider in his home operation. We've been picking his brain and just started our own batch, a modest five-gallon batch, but our little batch, nonetheless. Oh, and, to put things in perspective, our five gallon batch was the result of 100 lbs. of apples. It is less surprising, then, for me to tell you that Beau's 100+ gallons were the result of two pick-up truck-loads of apples he gleaned in Eastern Washington.
Best caramel apple of my life...
Jack-O-Lanterns, too! This one here is my midnight mountain scene. Don't criticize. It's halloweeny; that's a bat silhouetted in front of the moon. Duh.
Mike's was a 360 degree piece of work, and I regret that I didn't document that well-enough. You get the gist, though... Pac-Man.
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