In honor of my new digs writing about cider for Serious Eats (go here now and read it if you missed it) I thought I’d keep this blog class and share a little poem from the cider-inspired pen of Robert Frost. Everyone know’s Frost from the classic “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…” but few people know that he also penned an ode to his love for the sweet, fermented apple. As an aside, it also perfectly describes the fifteen minutes I spent yesterday watching my IPA feverishly ferment (but that’s another story all together.)
In A Glass Of Cider
by Robert Frost
It seemed I was a mite of sediment
That waited for the bottom to ferment
So I could catch a bubble in ascent.
I rode up on one till the bubble burst,
And when that left me to sink back reversed
I was no worse off than I was at first.
I’d catch another bubble if I waited.
The thing was to get now and then elated.