All this talk about weird stuff in the fermenter reminded me of a heartwarming story I heard from a friend long ago. I thought Id share
Darcys uncles all used to make what he called bread wine. The wine itself was made of fruit, fruit juice, sometimes potatoes and rhubarb, sugar, and bakers yeast. All the ingredients were put into a 5 gallon pail, then covered with slices of bread. The pail was placed in the closet and allowed to ferment and settle. The wine was consumed straight from the pail by simply dipping your cup. When one uncles batch was done, the rest of them would get together and, well, get pissed.
The day Darcy told me about happened long ago. He was maybe 8 or 9 years old. He was over at his uncles house playing with his cousins. This uncle did not have indoor plumbing, by the way.
His uncle and his uncles brothers and brothers in law were all in the dining room, tying into the latest batch of this wine. Half drunk, his uncle yells to his wife, WOMAN!!!! Bring us more wine!
A few minutes later, his wife emerges from the kitchen holding the nearly empty wine pail and laughing uncontrollably. What the HELL are you laughing at?
She tipped the pail so they could all see a kid-sized turd floating intact at the bottom. All of the previously boisterous men at the table fell silent. His uncles face slowly turned red, then he bellowed WHO SHIT IN MY WINE?!!?
Darcys cousin innocently replied I had a poop last night Daddy.
CMERE! [Whack] [Whack]
At this point, Darcy felt it wise to go home. Run home actually.
Like I mentioned, there was no plumbing in the house. For night, they had a honey pail which they kept in the closet. You figure out what happened. The moral of the story? Open fermenter = shitty result.
And yes, it's a true story.
