Like people go to orchards, and pick apples themselves, straight off of the tree. Sort of like going to the pumpkin patch... but for apples.
I was unaware of this until a couple of weeks ago:
At which point we got many apples. We also got two gallons of fresh apple cider.
So naturally I got together with Andrew, who was also on this apple-picking escapade along with his wife Madeleine, to take said fresh apple cider and turn it into boozy apple cider. (Andrew and Madeleine are definitely in the honorary GBNer category... I'd love to introduce them to any/all of you.)
Currently, there are two gallons of frothing who-knows-how-this-will-turn-out cider sitting in a sanitized bucket slowly fermenting in our storage room... to be consumed by our unwitting relatives who will be visiting for Thanksgiving.
This is a very random story I've told to you.
But it seemed relevant to GBN, and I miss you guys. The #vanrudwall affair was such a fun time... we need another get together soon. Hopefully by that point I'll have a decent cider recipe ready, and we can make it a GCN, too.
And now I will see who is the first to read this post, since it's the first in like 3 years... my money is on Todd.
P.S. For the sake of having and keeping jobs... I went back through the archives and, uh, cleaned up a little. The posts are still hilarious... but perhaps not for public consumption. That is why they have simply been reverted to drafts. There they shall be safe and easy to read for us. They won't need to be permanently deleted until Indy runs a high profile campaign for Warsaw County Sheriff.
