I live on a busy street in urban Southern California, and on Saturday and Sunday mornings I’ll often pick out an empty beer can from the rose hedge along the street deposited by revelry the night before. This morning I picked up an empty can…of hard cider.
Granted, its been very windy the last couple of days and this could have fallen out of a neighbor’s trash and blown here. But just the fact that an empty hard cider can shows up in my front yard demonstrates the meteoric rise in popularity of a beverage that was once common in America and then disappeared for a century.
Far from a “craft” cider, it was made from whatever the Northwest growers could not sell that month; Granny Smith, Golden Delicious, Pink Lady, Opal, and Jonagold. At least the maker lists a lot number on the bottom that you can go online and see what varieties are in it (mine was lot 134). Walking through the grocery store, the stacks of craft beer and ale along the refrigerated section now also include cases of Angry Orchard cider. I’d say apples are on their way in, not on their way out.