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I’m typing this with black hands. Today was the annual neighborhood apple pressing — 30 people and about 1500 lbs of apples get together to make many gallons of juice and a mound of desiccated fruit flesh that takes six months to decompose.

So, why are my hands black? I have no idea. Something about the acid in the fruit, I guess. It takes a few days for the discoloration to wear off. My guess is, given my profession, my fingertips will become clean sooner than the rest of my hands.

To cap off the day of fruit-centric fun, we stopped by the Ace In The Hole Cider Pub for a few pints of Pear.