Auenland, as Sabine has dubbed it, has seen this year a rich harvest of all kinds of fruits, especially apples.
Unfortunately, a heavy hailstorm in early July has left its marks on the apples: there is hardly a single fruit without an ugly scar. But they are very tasty nevertheless, and they make an excellent juice. So this is how my brother and me have spent the last two weekends:
We have gathered apples from the trees my family owns around the village,
packed them in my car and brought them to the press of the local fruit-growing and gardening association.
There, the apples are being processed to juice. They are washed and shredded,
and the shred is squeezed in the press.
The gardening association has an apparatus to heat up and pasteurise the juice on-site (the silvery cask in the background on the the right), and fill it in bags to store it. But the most tasty juice is the fresh, untreated one.