First: A horse pulling a cart full of apples magically appears.
Then, a wee-man (he's not even as big as the horses head for goodness sake. These French are wacky) with a shovel scoops up some apples and tosses them in
this old (what used to be steam-powered) grinder.
Chugg-a-chugg-chugg two men and a tub...
pouring the now-minced apples into the press...
...for the GIANT with a large iron staff to turn the press, and "voila" cider!
2 comments:
Very interesting. Kinda like Dad and me helping make molasis when we were in Boone. N.C. about 6 or 8 years ago. We fed cane into a press which was turned by a mule fastened to a capstan. I walked behind the mule to tap its behind to keep it walking and out came a thin juice which they boiled down into syrup. More interesting to me are the neat old buildings in the background. I enlarged the pictures to get a better look. They are beautiful! Mom
Ok...so let me get this straight, Mom....you "walked behind the mule to tap its behind"....and "out came a thin juice which they boiled into syrup..." I'll take the French apple cider instead!!!!!
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