The repairman came this morning, although that was the only bit of luck we had today. Ben drank some of the apple concentrate from a cup with highly toxic chemical residue and the sugar level of the melting concentrate is so low that Eleanor is starting to worry that there will be no ice cider this year. Fortunately, Ben is fine and Eleanor is devising a new strategy for the melting. At first Ben had felt flushed (although later he attributed it to psychological panic) and ran upstairs to show me the chemical label in case he passed out. I am so glad he is okay because we couldn’t find the number for Poison Control anywhere in the phonebook. There was an emergency contacts page left blank to fill in the number, but no actual digits anywhere in the white or yellow pages. Thankfully, my own remedy worked: thoughtful discussion of high school nutrition standards, three large glasses of water, and a piece of my homemade bread, and he was back working in less than an hour.
Ben and the repairman had worked solo for most of the morning. I was clinking along on the computer while Eleanor drove Inaki to Groton, Vermont to help Mark and Nicole Simakaski, her friends from the Vermont Wine and Grapes Council, blend their first batch of mead. Eleanor and I met up with the Simakaski family and Inaki later for dinner at Elements, a restaurant in St. Johnsbury with a focus on local foods. Mark and Nicole were not quite what I was expecting when I pictured a honey/wine-making couple. They and their toddler August are certainly sweet, but they are refreshingly young in an industry full of veterans. They met while both studying chemical engineering at Drexel University in Philedelphia and took several demanding jobs before joining the PeaceCorps. Inaki definitely appreciated that they are both fluent in Spanish from their PeaceCorps work and because Mark studied French cooking in Argentina. They have been working with honey for the last ten years and moved to Vermont two years ago to open Artesano, a wine store off Route 302. Although the location is remote (although not quite as remote as Eden’s Orchards), they still have customers stop for ice cream and bottles of wine on their way to the national park. Now they are in the process of aging and blending their fermented honey water, hence the need for Inaki’s tasting abilities.
I have to say, having dinner with four wine connoisseurs is quite an amusing experience. We went through three bottles of red wine only to conclude that all three were less than satisfactory. The wine selection was so limited that it didn’t include Eden Ice Cider, a wine that has entered the wine lists of upscale restaurants across Vermont and New York.
I can’t believe how fast my internship has gone—tomorrow is my last day in Eden. I need to rest up so that I can make the most of it.
Sweet dreams of Ice Cider!
Amy