Yesterday I was reminded that I do not visit Vermont as often as I should(/need). A day is never enough, especially when the sun is shining and everything is green. And while I am happy here on the Maine seacoast (this certainly feels like home), there is nothing quite like the Densmore homestead.
A number of these shots are Timothy’s.
The above photograph is from my 2002 high school photography class. The exterior of the barn has lost some paint since then, for sure, and it seems my father is forever patching the roof. When he was young, the top floor was home to chickens. Some of the nesting boxes and metal feeders still remained when I was little, though I haven’t ventured to the upper levels in many years. This barn is such a huge part of my childhood landscape. It’s impossible to imagine it not occupying that space.
Before we left, I shared with my niece (who, by the way, is one of the coolest small people I know) that this little copse of birch trees is one of my favorite places. There is magic there. It is the place I will always return to.
See you again soon, Achenmead West.
I actually drank this a couple weeks ago, but with the site down, a final paper to write, and my mood in a bit of a down swing, blogging was something of a low priority. I’m back! Hi!
My roommate brought this back from her Thanksgiving trip to the Homeland (she has family in Shelburne, and I grew up in the NEK). She also brought back Local Nectar, which is made with all Vermont apples.
Woodchuck, Middlebury, VT
I was nervous about this. I don’t like to mess around with cider. Cider is serious business. When people throw other things in with my apples, I get anxious. I once made the mistake of trying a pumpkin cider and I got incredibly upset. That being said, I feel like I can trust the folks at Woodchuck. They’ve never let me down.
The flavors here are really smooth and subtle. I was so worried about the chocolate being too heavy, that I put off opening this for almost a week. There are distinct chocolate and raspberry notes, but they exist without being overpowering. I would consider this a special occasion beverage, though; I can’t imagine drinking it regularly. One of Tj’s co-workers has a “stout for dessert” thing going on, and I feel that way about this cider. It is unlike anything I’ve had before. If you see this in stores, grab it.
The color, by the way, is gorgeous.
Woodchuck cider is gluten-free and also vegan friendly.
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