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Homebrew n two Saints.
Apr. 23rd, 2008 05:43 pmWhat with the day that's in it, and me being off, and the sky being beautiful and absolutely perfect for picking flowers I spent a good two hours collecting dandelion heads and washing them and stripping most of the green from them. They're now sitting in a two gallon bucket with some water and a camden tablet or two waiting till Friday to then get sugar and yeast thrown at them. Well, once the flower heads have infused, that is.
Here's hoping that having done it on the right day it won't turn into cat's pee this time. I used to have that problem a lot with floral wines, which is why I first branched off into mead. But now I want to experiment with floral infused meads, so get better at it using bog standard sugar before risking the spendy tasty honey. It's a wine that I've not made in... some years... whenever I started doing stuff with Seány first, so, er, 1999? Oooh, that's a while ago. Reckon I've got a wee bit better at this yeast thing since then.
In gardening stuff, my mother decreed that one of the sections of the back garden was to be covered in gravel with her statue of St. Anthony in the middle of it, the stones burying the base of the statue to keep him upright. The person putting in the stones (who shall remain nameless, to protect the stupid) heard "face" instead of "base." Poor St. Anthony, buried head first in gravel!
Here's hoping that having done it on the right day it won't turn into cat's pee this time. I used to have that problem a lot with floral wines, which is why I first branched off into mead. But now I want to experiment with floral infused meads, so get better at it using bog standard sugar before risking the spendy tasty honey. It's a wine that I've not made in... some years... whenever I started doing stuff with Seány first, so, er, 1999? Oooh, that's a while ago. Reckon I've got a wee bit better at this yeast thing since then.
In gardening stuff, my mother decreed that one of the sections of the back garden was to be covered in gravel with her statue of St. Anthony in the middle of it, the stones burying the base of the statue to keep him upright. The person putting in the stones (who shall remain nameless, to protect the stupid) heard "face" instead of "base." Poor St. Anthony, buried head first in gravel!
