I read this years ago, and have often thought about how beautiful and simple this is– just simply time, and water, and crabapples, for beautiful, fermented fruit. We have a crabapple tree, sitting in a pot, given to us at a Woodland Trust stall at a show. To be planted soon.
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Post script– this link is gone. Need to find where the article might have been redirected, but no luck so far. This was an inspiring account of old Native American ways with crabapples, as I remember, put in a straw basket under the running water of a stream for the winter, the apples fermenting into a sour and beautiful preserve.
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