Don pulled up with a crate of apples in the back of his truck and we stood in the back of it, throwing the apples into their home made chopper. Bits of apple flew everywhere, but mostly into a bucket. Beau was covered in it.
The apple cider would trickle off the wood into another strainer.
The chopped apples where then put into a cloth bag inside the home made press.
The apple cider would trickle off the wood into another strainer.
Within minutes we each had a glass of fresh apple cider and jug of it for the road.
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