“She had watched Jacob closely as he mixed juices from different varieties of apples to make his sweet cider. He was very particular about his cider. “Folks count on my cider, Carrie girl, to help them get through the long winter, so we got to make it just right.” Together, they sampled blends before deciding on the perfect combination. “Thirty-six apples, not one more or one less, make a gallon of cider,” he had said, counting them out. Even then, she felt a shiver of precognition, to seal that... memory— a perfect moment, a perfect day. After Daniel sold the fancy-grade apples from this year’s harvest to a packing house, Carrie decided to use the leftover apples to re-create her father’s cider. In the carriage house, Daniel had found an old cider press and cleaned it up for her. All week, she had been trying to match the taste of her father’s cider—sweet and tart. Carrie didn’t think the taste of her cider rivaled Jacob’s— her apple varieties differed from his—but it was close enough for the neighbors.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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