The garage is still full of apples. I've been giving them away, making apple sauce and apple pies- and you can hardly see any lessening of the stockpile. This morning I juiced a load with my improvised juicer.
In rural Pennsylvania a few years back, one could load up a truckload (or trunkload) and take them to the cider press. You didn't necessarily get your own personal apples back in cider, but you got your apple-load's worth of cider, less their percentage fo rhaving the press.
There's a joke. A city slicker comes up to rural Vermont one summer to visit family. He parks the car, and his relatives say, "Don't forget to lock it when you leave!" He thinks this is ridiculous -- there's essentially NO crime here, and he leaves the car unlocked.
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Date: 2013-10-14 12:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-14 12:45 pm (UTC)Matthew- who owns an orchard- takes his crop to a local mill to have them juiced.
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Date: 2013-10-14 12:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-14 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-14 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-14 07:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-14 02:12 pm (UTC)When he comes back, it's full of zucchini.
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Date: 2013-10-14 07:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-14 04:27 pm (UTC)'My garage is full of apples' :o)
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Date: 2013-10-14 07:55 pm (UTC)(That's how it comes out in Franglais)