Last week, my Aunt Annie came with us to press cider at Rocky Creek Farm. Dad and Annie collected apples from the neighborhood and we pressed five gallons of cider that are now frozen and probably won't see the light of day until we remember them in a trillion years. I have to keep reminding them that I absolutely require apple juice to subsist on planet earth. Sigh. Hey, when is mom going to have that baby?
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