Last year, for the first time ever, I didn't go. I didn't go to *my* cider mill. I didn't go to any cider mill.
My little buddy Ed wouldn't let me.
The smell of the freshly pressed, unpasteurized cider.... the aroma of the hot, fresh donuts.... the crisp apples..... the pies.... oh the pies! All of it, full of sugar and calories. Both of which I was avoiding. I let my ed rob me of something I loved, something I cherished, a tradition I actually valued.
I will NOT be letting that happen again this year. And while the season is still a week away from it's official beginning, I am posting this today as a way to remind me that I can once again, taste the sweet cider... while allergies prevent me from enjoying the pies and donuts, the crisp apples and fresh cheeses can still be mine. The gooey, drippy, oozy honey, still with it's comb, can still be devoured on fresh, crispy, apples.
The short season begins Labor Day weekend and ends right after Thanksgiving. That gives me two and a half months. I'm going to go this season. At least once.
Sorry little buddy. You have no say in this anymore. Probably shouldn't call you buddy anymore, either.