Brings back a memory . . .
My RN wife and I had just arrived in Spokane the day before--or there abouts--to live upstairs of another Christian Shrink and his wife and two kids in a large former RC parish house on South Hill.
He had just gotten a new apple cider press.
He thought it quite kosher to chunk the apples in the cider press worms and all.
But the best was yet to come.
Both kids had colds. Runny noses and the whole sheeebang.
Both kids would take a bite of apple . . . snot running freely down onto the apple being bitten into . . . and after a bite or two of the mucus anointed apple . . . in it would go into the cider press with the worms and all the rest.
Whereupon daddy would offer RN wife and I a drink of the gloriously fresh apple juice/cider.
We . . . restraining out gag reflexes . . . declined as graciously as we could. I think I actually took a courtesy sip or two. Wife did not let any touch her lips, as I recall.
People can sure be funny. Especially the guy in my mirror.
Quix,
There is nothing like it. I grew up near an orchard which had the best pressed cider you would ever drink. One of my high school friends worked there and ran the cider press. They used to store the cider in huge refrigerated barrel like vats and would fresh pour you a 1/2 gallon or gallon jug. It's taste was amazing.