Albany John and I have been trying to make a habit out of going to the Troy Farmers Market on Saturdays. Getting out of bed before noon is one of the more trying aspects of keeping this habit. We also hit up the veggie truck afterwards as well. (More on the veggie truck later – but short story – it’s an awesome program trying to get low-cost produce to poorer communities within the area to get people to eat healthier) I was also in the height of my annual winter sickies, so I popped in some Dayquil and off we went.
I really enjoy the produce at the Troy farmers market – but it goes quickly. By the time we get there a lot of the ‘good stuff’ selection-wise is gone, and it’s kind of take it or leave it with everything else. Mind you, this is excellent quality produce, so really, it’s probably not as bad as I’m making it sound. But if you roll in around 1 pm like we usually do, don’t expect each vendor to be well stocked.
We stopped at a booth that had cider tastings. Woo! I do enjoy cider! It’s Slyboro Farms, a local place up past Saratoga Springs that makes ciders. We sampled the 3-4 ciders they had present. One tasted kind of like apple seltzer, another was like a normal cider. They aren’t the most affordable prices either, starting at $8 per bottle, but they are local business and it’s not like they distribute across the country or anything.
And then there was ice cider.
I felt so good after taking a sip of the light colored ice cider. It had such a velvety mouth feel, and was incredibly sweet.
We bought a bottle for $22 + tax. Ouch. And it’s only 375 mL. Double ouch. But it’s so freakin’ tasty, and we were expecting company later, so we bought it. They also took credit cards, which was fortunate, otherwise we wouldn’t have gotten anything since we bring whatever change is in our pockets to the farmers market. We’re usually pretty lucky and it’s over $5.
The pretty bottle sat in our fridge overnight, and we brought it out for an after-dinner treat on Sunday. It was OK, but not the sweet, smooth cider we’d had on Saturday. Was it just a bum bottle?
We had about half of the bottle left (I’m surprised too – on Saturday it took what little will I had to not pop it open and stick a crazy straw in the top), and it sat on our windowsill until last night. I had a little glass, and it tasted like it did at the farmers market. I’m thinking maybe it needs a little time to get some air, or maybe it needs to be warmer. Either way, it was a nice bottle, especially to get someone as a gift, but at $22 per bottle I can’t say we’ll be buying it every week, or even every other month.