So if you happen to have a four year old who is obsessed with Curious George you might have seen the episode where George makes apple cider.
So today’s project was making apple cider for Thanksgiving. I did some searching online and came out of that scared to death that I was going to kill us all with some horrible pathogen if I didn’t clean everything perfectly in a vat of bleach. Like pathogens were going to spontaniously appear the second I put an apple into the food processor.
Ahhh, nature’s sprinkles.
Then you squeeze it all out.
Maeve decided that we weren’t making apple cider — we were making apple poop (the leftover pulp, skin, etc in the cheesecloth). Sigh.
A quick trip on the stove to kill any ickiness.
Liam would be totally peeved if he knew I used his beloved bottles for the apple cider.
If you don’t hear from me after Thanksgiving, someone call an ambulance ’cause we might all be sick.
More matching jammie fun.
I haven’t been very motivated lately. I think my mind is already on vacation.