It’s obvious that your not really hosting any major holiday events in your home when you have time to do a quick blog post of the sugar cookie house you built with your kiddos the very same morning. This was a great recipe. The cookie is delicious. We are definitely going to eat this thing!
You may have already figured this out, because I tend to call my husband the Cydermaker in this space, but I will spell it out for you just in case. The reason why this blog is called Apple Cyder is because my husband presses his own apple cyder. There you have it. Mystery revealed.
The Cydermaker’s grandparents used to own a cyder mill in our mutual hometown (where we live now) and he worked there when he was young. The mill is gone, but my husband carries on the tradition, albeit in much smaller scale, during the fall and winter months in our backyard.
I gave him the cyder press for Christmas four years ago. I could not have come up with a more self-serving gift because the cyder that he makes is simply the best tasting ever.
Our little guy agrees. We let him have the inaugural mug of the season this year and he gulped down the whole thing in no time.
Isn’t fall the best?