Today, a mildly sticky river on the kitchen floor, from the fridge to the stove.
It can mean only two things, both good:
One, good thing I didn't wash the kitchen floor last week as I had hoped! Procrastination pays off.
Two, the river can mean only one thing:
The cider in the fridge is ready!
I bought this gallon of cider at the Clinton-Bailey Market a few weeks ago. You can get the unpasteurized kind there, the kind that ferments. The cider was leaking through the bottom of the plastic jug, hence the river. But the cider that remained in the jug is perfect, like champagne.
The peppy cider will sustain me as I work to tie up my project. I took a sip at 7 a.m. just to taste it and it felt delicious and illicit, like listening to Leonard Pennario playing a Nocturne first thing in the morning.
No Pennario nocturne on YouTube, alas. But there is this touching performance of a haunting Chopin waltz. I love how simply and perfectly Pennario plays it.
Goes perfect with buzzy cider.
Taste and see!
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