Today I threw out an entire bottle of apple juice.
I had wondered why my kids didn’t want juice anymore. Then I went through my own fruit craving period recently and tried the juice myself.
Ick! It had a horrid metalic aftertaste.
No wonder my Future Farmkids — who are thankfully (and cursedly) developing taste buds for fresh, local foods — have been turning up their noses.
I’ll push the apple cider from Hardin’s Family Farm that I bought at the market over the weekend.
I’ve certainly enjoyed my evening cup of hot spiced cider with a pat of butter. At my holiday party, I add more spices and, um, kick it up a notch.
that’s the ticket, some warm cider, a cinnamon stick, a couple cloves, and a shot of rum … mmmm
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that’s the ticket, some warm cider, a cinnamon stick, a couple cloves, and a shot of rum … mmmm
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