october. it’s all about the apples. the trees are full of them here and are even bending down. no kidding. our neighbours, who are farmers, have lots of apple trees. and because the girls and me are over at there place all the time(i think every second day we show up there.the girls would move in right away.they love them and all the animals there) not just to get our fresh eggs or vegetables, or for me to go horseback riding. no the girls love to hang around there, to visit all the farm animals and to spend time exploring their ground. last week they offered me to pick apples with the girls. as much as I can carry home. what an invitation. i looooove loooove loooove apples. there was a time in my life when I thought I was seriously addicted to them. as soon as I realized I had only two apples left in my kitchen, i had to get apples right away. no, i didn’t just eat one apple a day. my consumption went back to normal now and i’m fine with days when there aren’t any apples in the house. still. i loooove them. so now you probably figured that i carried home kilos and kilos of apples. more than 20 jars of apple compote and applesauces are lined up in my basement now. i knew i could pick some more until the weekend. after that, they would collect the rest and make fresh pressed apple juice at a ‘mosterei’. a place, where you can bring all your apples and watch all the steps until you hold your own apple juice in your hands. we drank fresh pressed apple juice out of those 10 liter sacs before, but i never watched the whole process of the making. immediately i thought about the girls who love to eat apples and love to drink their ‘apfelschorle’ (apple spritzer). by then i knew we would join them and watch the apple juice making, inhaling the sweet smell of apples.
the day we went to the ‘mosterei’, we went over to our neighbours place and helped them collecting the last apples that were shaken down. the girls also helped picking up the small tiny ones. they tried throwing them in the sac. after 2 minutes though they were done and munched on their apples. with 11 big sacs of apples we drove to the ‘mosterei’ and entered a huge ugly room that looked like a butchery. but oh the smell. sweet sweet apples. i can’t describe with words here. i must have said about a hundred times that I wanna inhale that smell forever. it took a while until all the apples were crushed, pressed and the juice heated up to 70°C and then filled up in 10 liter sacs. meanwhile the girls loved to run up and down the trailer where all the pressed apples went after the juice was pressed out. the cows will eat it and probably get a vitamin c shock, hihi. the girls also liked to put their nose into the pressed apples to then say ‘mmmmhhh.maaaama.so much apples.mmmmmhhh.’