woodchuck and springPosted: March 14, 2013
When we were in Normandy I developed a taste for hard cider. That and when I was a boy my father would set a glass bottle of cider ( they came in gallon glass jars then ) behind the house for a while. Then over my mother’s laments, we would strain it out through cheesecloth ( removing any bugs who went for a swim ) and I would get a tiny glass. It was rough stuff, but I still remember the fizz as we filtered it.
This modern pasteurized version was pretty good, and very well strained. It made one more parting in the merger a little bit easier. Sorry about the Budweiser glass – some bars just don’t understand.
May you find that fizz where ever you are.