When you pull into the entrance of the farm, this is the view you’re greeted with.
Once we selected two crates of apples, it was time to halve and quarter the fruit.
Our two crates turned into four buckets of cut apples.
While we waited to grind the apples into mush, I took the opportunity to explore the farm.
At the beginning of October, Shannon and I were out in the Boston area visiting our friends Brian and Abigail. During the trip we visited Red Fire Farm where we chopped, mashed, and squeezed a bunch of apples. We made apple cider!
I’ve never made apple cider before and it was fun to learn the process. It’s been years since I’ve been on a farm, so that was a welcomed experience as well. Chicago, or any major city, is very loud and hurried. Rural life can be a bit more quiet and peaceful.
Though I’ve grown accustomed to Thai food, museums, and life without a car, I often miss the tranquility of nature. I miss the stars of the night sky and getting lost in the woods. This trip has taught me, more than anything else, that I’ve done a poor job of balancing my love of nature with my daily hustle in urban life.
There’s even been studies done that say nature can ease depression and boost well-being. And yes, I’ve said this plenty of times before, but I really should explore more. Maybe someday soon I’ll listen to myself.
When we were done grinding the apples, we placed the apple mush into a bucket and squeezed them.
With all the juice out, we discarded the remains into a giant bin.
When there was enough juice collected, we started the bottling process.
The final step involved filtering and funneling the cider into containers.
When we left the farm, we had lunch at a small diner in the area. On the car ride home I promptly fell asleep. Shannon did, too.