Tastes of Autumn

FRESH APPLE CIDER MINGLES WITH THE FEELINGS OF FALL IN THE U.P.

Sipping cider, tart cold rush against tongue and pallet, waves of gratefulness washed through me. I had touched, even for just a moment, each apple crushed to make this cider, flavoring it with memory. I did another mental inventory of our foodstuffs for the weekend: the last two packages of the previous fall’s frozen venison, […]