2015
09.12
09.12
I was lucky enough spend an evening with friends harvesting apples from tree behind my house. This was the production line I built. You feed in more than enough apples, little scrub in the camp bucket, chopped and sorted on stack of friend’s tires, juiced in the Omega, resulting in a pile for the compost and a 5 gallon of goodness.
Today waking up the champagne yeast and MacGyver the cap to fit the air lock.