Today my friend came over and inspired me.
I have problems with a wonderful, well-meaning husband who always buys the smelly, red delicious apples.
“They’re cheaper,” he says.
“Because they’re nasty,” I say.
Every time I smell them I am whisked back to my grade school lunchroom. Pew.
So as my friend and I are talking about healthy eating, exercise, etc. (both of which we are sticklers about…. okay, maybe not), I begin telling her about my fridge full of soft, smelly apples.
We both decide I should juice them (all before Stern comes from Seattle tonight, of course).
We pull out the juicer (and I scrub away bits of dead things since it’s been a while).
What’s left of the poor, smooshy apples
A FULL gallon of pure apple cider.
Who could ask for anything more?
I hope Stern thinks they’ve all been eaten and runs to Costco for more.
Mmm…mmm… Good :D