Cider: (n) an unfermented drink made by crushing fruit, typically apples.
It was less than two miles outside of our town.
There was a family with a farm who had apple trees and a press.
A cider press.
It was delicious.
The trees were filled with colorful leaves, the air was brisk and made you want to leap a little when you walked, and the cider was glob-in-your-throat sweet.
Every once in a while my mother accidentally left some in the refrigerator too long and it would get zippy. Some zing.
I did not realize that it had slightly fermented (I’m not sure how anything can slightly ferment) but I desperately enjoyed it.
I remember going to Halloween parties. The menu was so simple: cider, caramel apples, doughnuts and candy corn. (One kid in our class said it was well-balanced because the candy corn was a vegetable.)
Sugar, sugar, sugar.
I don’t know how we ever worked it off–and maybe we didn’t. It would literally kill me today if I had a doughnut with cider and a side of candy corn. I would be rushed to the hospital.
But hopefully the Emergency Room would be nearby, on a brisk day, with the leaves about to fall.