Apple Cider

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.