It’s the apple cider of my eye

One sip, and wow. It’s not that all became suddenly right in the world, or that it was the best thing I’d ever tasted, but my first sample of fresh apple cider was exactly as it was supposed to be. It was so itself, simple and straightforward, and yet so much more than that — layers of past and present memories saturated in that apple flavor.

It’s not hard to buy jugs of cider at most grocery stores as apple harvest begins around the States. The cartons will be sporting any variety of labels reading things like all-natural, pasteurized, not from concentrate, fresh-pressed, organic, old fashioned, etc; these are hypothetically informative designations, although some of the terms are highly ambiguous with the goal of enticing you to buy and feel good about the product. But even with the per