How to make apple cider.

Just remember the next time you buy hard cider at the liquor store, all of these steps were probably involved....

Apples apples apples!

After successfully brewing a batch of beer it seemed like the next step should be to attempt a hard cider. I put a post on Golden Free Classifieds calling for fruit trees around town that were shedding their fruit wastefully. After a few days I had almost ten responses with apples, pears and plumbs that needed to be picked. And so the harvest began...

Placing a tarp under the tree and shaking it madly seemed to be the most productive method to collect the fruit.

Fruits of our labour.

I found out that a lot of my friends seemed to have a strange love of coring apples.

After extracting the juice from the apples the by product was a apple mush similar to apple sauce. This mush (or flem as I like to call it) was quickly baked into a multitude of delicioustries.

Finding, picking, transporting, cleaning, cutting, boiling, straining the apples is the easy part. Finding the appropriate container to hold the juice is the real trick...

Books and beer

So after a month at college I still hadn't purchased any of my text books. There is something about spending 700 bucks on books that rubs me the wrong way. Luckily if you procrastinate long enough things just seem to work out...and usually for free. Yesterday at class someone walks in the room and says "who needs text books?" 

Me:"I do, but I don't want to pay for them."

Dude: "What ever, just take em."

What 700$ worth of books look like.

In other news I have bottled the first(of many) batch of beer! one week to go and I will be swimming in red lager gold! 

Science experiment gone right.

Nothing says yummy home brewed beer like drinking out of a 2L bottle of Orange Crush. 

Thanksgiving, the Albertan way!

So after a week of camping in Kananaskis I ended up heading to Redwater, Alberta with a classmate for Thanksgiving. I figured a little time away from city life on a farm might be good for me... 

BBQ on Elk Island, Why not?

Nothing tastes better than roasted Thanksgiving smokeys, especially when you have been eating them for the last week.

Ever wanted to play soccer with a buffalo? Yeah, me too.

Apparently dairy farms come equipped with motorized butt scratchers now. Definitely a job perk.

Cows these days have too much attitude. My self esteem will recover over time, she on the other hand will be eaten over time.