Oh never, oh never, oh never again
If I live to a hundred, or a hundred and ten
For I fell to the ground and I couldn’t get up
After drinking a pint of that Johnny Jump Up!
Hehe. A Dublin-based website reporting on Scots researching English apples? The project is obviously doomed. Even the Journal of Irreproducible Results won’t publish it.
I love cider. I developed a taste for cider when I was introduced to Okanogan cider at northwest science fiction conventions. Friends would bring it to the conventions from Canada. It was one of many good reasons to go to science fiction conventions in western Canada. Then someone came up with huckleberry cider here in north Idaho, but I think that company is no more. Hell, I should just take up home brewing and see if I can tailor beer and cider to my personal tastes. I wonder if north Idaho chanterelles would make good cider?
I think you can make “cider” out of almost anything organic, but I really wouln’t want to sample, say, garlic cider. Or perhaps wild onion and leeks wine!
I like hard cider and have gotten to drinking it in the summer time as a nice light beverage.
The phrase, “give us a pint of …” is a good phrase but I do like the word flagon. It sounds so more robust and a lot more than what a pint would be, like, some serious drinking is going to happen or somethin’
I would suggest, for starters, an absolutely leakproof container.
What with the heady and rapturous aroma of cinnamon and cloves, this is often overlooked.