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Caramel Apple Float -- The Taste of a Season That Deserved to Be Marked

Cole's last week as my apprentice. November 1st he's independent and his accounts transfer formally. We spent the week completing paperwork, going over each account one last time — the horse histories, the specific conditions, the things to watch for. He has good notes. He's been keeping them in the format I use, which means the information is organized in the way it needs to be. He'll be fine. He's already been fine for months. The transition is administrative more than practical.

I gave him a set of T-head nails from a specialty supplier in Billings — the kind I use for therapeutic work — and a copy of the equine biomechanics book Dad gave me for Christmas two years ago. He said it was too much. I said it wasn't. This is what the craft passes through: the tools and the books and the cases that make you better at it. Tom gave to me. I give to Cole. Cole will give to someone eventually. The line continues.

Had a long conversation with Dad on the porch Sunday. The Parkinson's, the ranch, the future. He talked more directly than he usually does — I think his age and his health make him more willing to say out loud what he's been thinking. He said he was glad the ranch would stay Gallagher land. He said: Your grandfather would have wanted that. I said I knew. He said: I know you'll take care of it right. I said I would. Then he went inside and I sat on the porch for another half hour in the cold and let the conversation settle.

Made apple cider donuts from the cider press at the orchard outside town. A fall day, the orchard smell, the hot oil, the donuts rolled in cinnamon sugar while they're still warm. I brought a dozen to Tom's porch on the way home. He said nothing but ate two immediately. That's his version of thank you.

The apple cider donuts were the right thing to make that day, but the cider itself—cold-pressed, smelling like October and something older than October—stayed with me all week. A float felt like the right way to use the last of it: something that sits in a glass and lets you slow down, the way that Sunday porch conversation asked me to slow down. Cole’s out on his own now, the ranch stays Gallagher land, and the cider from that orchard outside town deserved better than being left in the jug.

Caramel Apple Float

Prep Time: 5 minutes | Cook Time: 0 minutes | Total Time: 5 minutes | Servings: 2

Ingredients

  • 2 cups cold-pressed apple cider
  • 2 large scoops vanilla ice cream
  • 3 tablespoons caramel sauce, plus more for drizzling
  • 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
  • Pinch of flaky sea salt
  • Whipped cream, for topping (optional)
  • Apple slices or a cinnamon stick, for garnish (optional)

Instructions

  1. Prepare the glasses. Drizzle about 1 tablespoon of caramel sauce along the inside of each glass, letting it run down the sides for visual effect.
  2. Add the cider. Pour 1 cup of cold apple cider into each glass, leaving room at the top for the ice cream.
  3. Scoop the ice cream. Place one large scoop of vanilla ice cream directly into each glass. The cider will foam and rise — this is expected and part of the float.
  4. Finish and garnish. Drizzle additional caramel sauce over the ice cream, dust lightly with cinnamon, and add a pinch of flaky sea salt. Top with whipped cream if desired and garnish with an apple slice or cinnamon stick.
  5. Serve immediately. These are best consumed right away, before the ice cream fully melts into the cider.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 310 | Protein: 3g | Fat: 9g | Carbs: 56g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 135mg

Ryan Gallagher
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Ryan Gallagher
Week 292 of Ryan’s 30-year story · Billings, Montana
Ryan is a thirty-one-year-old Army veteran and ranch hand in Billings, Montana, who cooks over open fire because microwaves feel dishonest and because the quiet of a campfire is the only therapy that works for him consistently. He hunts his own elk, catches his own trout, and makes a camp stew that tastes like the mountains smell. He doesn't talk much. But his food says everything.

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