RSKY
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I have put this story on here before so if you have read it in the past just go out and crank your tractor and have some fun.
Once upon a time, about thirty years ago, I was visiting my parents at their house. When I left I was going to a local town to get a haircut. On the way I drove by my Uncle Murphy's house. Now Uncle Murphy was a genuine Kentucky character. A lifelong tobacco farmer and cattle raiser. Also spent some time as a 'pen hooker'. If you know what that means you must be from around here but I digress. So I thought I would stop by and visit with him and my aunt for a while. We sat down at the kitchen table and started talking about various local gossip when he suddenly asked me if I wanted a glass of apple cider. Said he had made it himself and it was the best he had ever made. I said sure and he hollered, "Leola, get the boy a glass of cider!"
Two things, Leola was my aunt, my father's sister. And the boy, me, was thirty years old. Didn't matter, I was always the boy to him.
So Aunt Leola came into the kitchen and said, "Are you sure?" He said, "Yeah, get the boy a glass of cider". And she opened the refrigerator door and poured us both a BIG glass of apple cider.
So me and the uncle were talking all this time and when she set the glass down in front of me I unsuspectingly picked it up and took a big swallow.
Have you ever drank moonshine? This hit kinda like that.
Finally got that swallow down and when my eyes quit watering I looked at the glass. It was a dark yellow/amber color and very clear.
"What is this stuff?", I asked.
He explained that he and a couple other neighbors had bought a barrel of whiskey from a guy that stole it off a truck. It took them between six months and a year to drink it all. When the barrel was empty he put it upstairs in his house and filled it with the squeezing's of the last pick of Winesap apples from a local orchard. Then he put 2-1/2 pounds of sugar and 2-1/2 yeast cakes in it for each gallon. At least that is how I remember it. I may be off a little on that. It sat upstairs in a bedroom for over a year before he opened it up and strained it into empty whiskey bottles.
The stuff was potent. But after a couple sips it began to taste good, very good. Once you knew what to expect it was probably the smoothest alcoholic drink I have ever had.
I finished my very large water glass and turned down the second one my aunt offered. Made it home WITHOUT getting a haircut. Went to bed and slept until the next morning. My wife didn't know what was wrong because I rarely drank anything with alcohol in it.
That barrel was filled again that fall but the second batch was not as good as the first one. At least that is what I heard. I was never brave enough to ask for a bottle or a drink after that.
RSKY
Once upon a time, about thirty years ago, I was visiting my parents at their house. When I left I was going to a local town to get a haircut. On the way I drove by my Uncle Murphy's house. Now Uncle Murphy was a genuine Kentucky character. A lifelong tobacco farmer and cattle raiser. Also spent some time as a 'pen hooker'. If you know what that means you must be from around here but I digress. So I thought I would stop by and visit with him and my aunt for a while. We sat down at the kitchen table and started talking about various local gossip when he suddenly asked me if I wanted a glass of apple cider. Said he had made it himself and it was the best he had ever made. I said sure and he hollered, "Leola, get the boy a glass of cider!"
Two things, Leola was my aunt, my father's sister. And the boy, me, was thirty years old. Didn't matter, I was always the boy to him.
So Aunt Leola came into the kitchen and said, "Are you sure?" He said, "Yeah, get the boy a glass of cider". And she opened the refrigerator door and poured us both a BIG glass of apple cider.
So me and the uncle were talking all this time and when she set the glass down in front of me I unsuspectingly picked it up and took a big swallow.
Have you ever drank moonshine? This hit kinda like that.
Finally got that swallow down and when my eyes quit watering I looked at the glass. It was a dark yellow/amber color and very clear.
"What is this stuff?", I asked.
He explained that he and a couple other neighbors had bought a barrel of whiskey from a guy that stole it off a truck. It took them between six months and a year to drink it all. When the barrel was empty he put it upstairs in his house and filled it with the squeezing's of the last pick of Winesap apples from a local orchard. Then he put 2-1/2 pounds of sugar and 2-1/2 yeast cakes in it for each gallon. At least that is how I remember it. I may be off a little on that. It sat upstairs in a bedroom for over a year before he opened it up and strained it into empty whiskey bottles.
The stuff was potent. But after a couple sips it began to taste good, very good. Once you knew what to expect it was probably the smoothest alcoholic drink I have ever had.
I finished my very large water glass and turned down the second one my aunt offered. Made it home WITHOUT getting a haircut. Went to bed and slept until the next morning. My wife didn't know what was wrong because I rarely drank anything with alcohol in it.
That barrel was filled again that fall but the second batch was not as good as the first one. At least that is what I heard. I was never brave enough to ask for a bottle or a drink after that.
RSKY
