We started brewing our own beer a few days ago. After intensely cleaning out Dad's old kit with chemical cleaner (fighting off 12 years of attic dust) we got to work. Now we essentially have a very brown, heavy barrel in the corner of our kitchen that is slowly making us some very, very, affordable alcohol. Just pray that it actually tastes partway decent else I'm going to have to drink 40 pints of fermented cat pee.
Checking on it again this morning though, it seems to be coming along fine. Yeast has puffed up to the surface to make some kinda tiramisu topping which is really cool. Best part about 'home-brooze' is that it smells like my childhood. That may be the most red-neck thing I will ever say about my younger years.
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