Dave70
Le roi est mort..
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Whilst waiting for the bank to open this morning I decided to kill a little time by purchasing all the ingredients for an experimental batch of cider from Woolies.
Plus, I had the young bloke with me and riding in the trolly whilst yanking items off the shelves keeps him happy - and more importantly, quiet.
Actually, If Absolute HB was open, it would be Pats shelves he'd be clawing at.
Still, If this shows potential, I'll be giving a bigger batch a go. And most likely using aserious different yeast..
Of course, only finest produce was used.
This chunk of candi sugar was the only ring in.
A sugary 1.050. Don't know what the alcohol tolerance for bakers yeast is, but going by some past mead's, its enough.
After a mere 2 hours, the yeasties are teeing off big time and it resembles a lava lamp.
I should have suspended that improvised spill tray above the air lock.
The gentle 'pop' I heard from the lounge room was a money shot of blackberries giving the ceiling a quick touch up.
Mercifully, the wife was in another room on the phone, and I'm handy with the sugar soap and chux.
So that's your lot.
Between this remotely upscale version of jailhouse hooch and manticles hi-brow French odyssey, we must have just about all bases covered I reckon.
Let ya know how it goes.
Plus, I had the young bloke with me and riding in the trolly whilst yanking items off the shelves keeps him happy - and more importantly, quiet.
Actually, If Absolute HB was open, it would be Pats shelves he'd be clawing at.
Still, If this shows potential, I'll be giving a bigger batch a go. And most likely using a
Of course, only finest produce was used.
This chunk of candi sugar was the only ring in.
A sugary 1.050. Don't know what the alcohol tolerance for bakers yeast is, but going by some past mead's, its enough.
After a mere 2 hours, the yeasties are teeing off big time and it resembles a lava lamp.
I should have suspended that improvised spill tray above the air lock.
The gentle 'pop' I heard from the lounge room was a money shot of blackberries giving the ceiling a quick touch up.
Mercifully, the wife was in another room on the phone, and I'm handy with the sugar soap and chux.
So that's your lot.
Between this remotely upscale version of jailhouse hooch and manticles hi-brow French odyssey, we must have just about all bases covered I reckon.
Let ya know how it goes.