In the cauldron boil and bake
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, -
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Getting a little cranky are we? Not too happy with Old Man Winter these days? Well dang, if that's going to keep us from tasting a little fun.
I want something sweet, something bright and something deep. So I'm boiling cider, two gallons of Cold Hollow's rack and cloth pressed fresh squeezed apple cider. And boiling and boiling until all that's left is an elixir thick as molasses and brilliantly tart (pucker up your cheeks tart). Yeah, this stuff taste old timey, rustic good. And to think I had never tasted this delight until last evening when a friend shared her roasted brussel sprouts tossed with a sparkling of boiled cider syrup (thank you, Nancy).
For dinner tonight I will drizzle this over butternut squash the last 10-15 minutes of oven roasting, I think they'll be good for each other. Till then my best friend and I shall cozy up to the wood fire and keep our spirits warm with a Thursday night Ciderhouse whiskey.
And we'll talk about the temperamental weather like the rest of the planet and cross our fingers Old Man Winter decides to settle down. There's no need to be conjuring up witches brew. Is there?
Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.