Sipping Cider
Much of my
childhood days were spent traipsing about the barnyard in the crisp autumn air
of Newark, Delaware.
Autumn was a
favorite time for me as it brought cooler temperatures, the glowing fall sun,
and a vibrant array of golds, reds, and coral colored foliage.
The splendor of
fall also brought with it the opportunity to go pumpkin picking, nestle beneath
blankets on hay rides, and of course, the entertainment of spine tingling
tales.
But one of my most
treasured diversions was hot apple cider.
As soon as fall
makes its presence known I search out the jug of cider at the grocery store. In
years past I have enjoyed the sweet apple elixir prepared by a local
farmer in NC as well as the freshly pressed cider from Pick Pocket
Plantation. Having indulged in such delicacies it is difficult to settle
for the mass produced stuff in the produce aisle of the big box grocers;
nonetheless, it is better than no cider at all. Each evening I curl up with a
mug of the cinnamon laced drink, with a splash of caramel sauce for fun, and
enjoy an old movie, a good book, or the glossy pages of a favored
magazine.
For me nothing
welcomes fall like a good cup of cider.
What is your
favorite autumn activity?
Blessings from The Parlor!