Posted on October 12, 2011


So this is how it went.

Our neighbours came up trumps again by donating a big basket of beautiful little Discovery apples from their tree. I must send George round to fetch his ball back more often.

The colour of the apples is so vibrant even the flesh has streaks of red running through it. George took them to school in his lunch box and we ate some too. But we still had plenty left.

Then I remembered that my Magimix had a juicer attachment. We had used the juicer the week we got it, then promptly shoved it to the back of the cupboard and forgotten about it.

So we got juicing. It’s quite a satisfying task chopping the apples into quarters and ramming them into the machine, pips, skin and all.

The first batch we just drank ‘neat’ or with soda water for instant, gloriously pink ‘Appleade’.

With the second batch it was my turn for a treat.

A shot of vodka, a splash of vermouth, freshly squeezed apple juice…shaken not stirred. Then into ever-so-kitsch martini glasses dipped in lime and apple juice then sugar.

There you have it, an Appletini. A good use of the fruits of the harvest, I think.