The blueberry wine is alive. I generally put a paper towel over the mouth of the carboy when the wine is starting so that air can get in, but dust can’t. I hold it in place with a sterilized rubber band or hair-tie. The blueberry started foaming up a bit the night before last, and it did it even more yesterday. This morning it was insane. The towel was bulging and stained purple from berry juice, and when I removed it from the top, there was a near-volcanic outpouring of pulped berry bits.
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