Well pink actually :)
Put down a 5 litre batch of wine today ....fermenting on the windowsill as we speak.
The main components, wild yeast and Black Label "Fruit of the Forest" juice.
The Black label stuff has no preservatives nor other additives, jsut squashed apple n currents and other stuff, striaght from the super market shelf.
A sernedipitous find this brew...
A few months back I drank half a bottle of the blac label juice whilst at the 'puter and capped it and fforgot to put it back in the fridge... forgot all about it in fact and upon finding it a week later , I noticed it was fermenting, no mould just gass n bubbles, and a good clean yeast alcohol smell coming from the gas... so I kept the bottle capped and released gasses over the next few weeks till it stopped, then decanted the result into two more bottles, and let those ferment away for a couple of weeks till they too stopped producing gas, decanted into two wine bottles with stoppers, let sit for another two weeks, had a sip, had a glass had a bottle... nice little buzz and a taste like sweet champagne happy with the result.
Now thanks to my upbringing as a survivalist/gun-toting hippy in the wilds of remote east gippsland Victoria Australia, I have a pretty fair grasp of the workings of fruit and yeast and on top of that thanks to a few dodgy associates in adult life with tales of prison hooch, I knew that by keeping the sludgge from the brew in the back of the fridge, I had a good starter for a real batch in the future...
The Future came yesterday!
My local Stupor Market had 4 litres of black label fruit of the forest on sale (still fresh quick sale labels) for 99 cents each... so I bought the lot, grabbed the sludge mixed it all into 5 bottles overall, and now it sits, fizzing away...letting the old yeast do its magic...
Five weeks or so and I should have me some yummy bottles of home made wine... worst case... yummy vinegar.
Must get a camera so the awesomeness of the brew as it progresses can be captured.
CHeers!
;)
Monday, March 29, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Gahh
I am so sick of being sick, this is the third day now.
I spent the morning washing dishes and refusing to mop the floor
The ants have avoided my house this summer, I am pleased that I can leave crumbs of food everywhere.
This afternoon I watched Pink Floyd The Wall
on a VCR/Television combination that I found in a rubbish bin two months ago.
I kinda understand now that psychosis is strangely un-unique...
kinda like religion... in fact too damn much so.
I know I should cut my toenails but right now they are too far away, and so I pray no-one notices
when I go to the supermarket wearing thongs
I need more garlic to ingest and scare these freakin sinus vampires AWAY.
;)
I spent the morning washing dishes and refusing to mop the floor
The ants have avoided my house this summer, I am pleased that I can leave crumbs of food everywhere.
This afternoon I watched Pink Floyd The Wall
on a VCR/Television combination that I found in a rubbish bin two months ago.
I kinda understand now that psychosis is strangely un-unique...
kinda like religion... in fact too damn much so.
I know I should cut my toenails but right now they are too far away, and so I pray no-one notices
when I go to the supermarket wearing thongs
I need more garlic to ingest and scare these freakin sinus vampires AWAY.
;)
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Colds n shite during Annual leave
gahhh
Reason I am busy building my web presence at the mo is I am kinda prepping for self-employment... having a bit of practice during a WHOLE WEEK of annual leave (can't beleive I have somehow accumulated 9 weeks of the stuff...)
Anyways two days into the bloody "holiday" and I am struck by a bloody cold that doesn't stop me functioning but makes me feel like a bag full of used food.
Gueuss it's the poor old bod saying take a bloody break ya stoopid bloody human...
Stoopid body
Stoopid Snot
Grrr bahh hummbug hot milk n garlic n honey and really load techno music to drive off the bugs and to hell with the neighbours.
;)
Reason I am busy building my web presence at the mo is I am kinda prepping for self-employment... having a bit of practice during a WHOLE WEEK of annual leave (can't beleive I have somehow accumulated 9 weeks of the stuff...)
Anyways two days into the bloody "holiday" and I am struck by a bloody cold that doesn't stop me functioning but makes me feel like a bag full of used food.
Gueuss it's the poor old bod saying take a bloody break ya stoopid bloody human...
Stoopid body
Stoopid Snot
Grrr bahh hummbug hot milk n garlic n honey and really load techno music to drive off the bugs and to hell with the neighbours.
;)
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Stoopid Cat, Stoopid Mouse, Stoopid Rake n Stoopid Freakin' human
Righty tighty,
Just to get this whole thing going, I shall relate a tale somewhat old (about a month now), that will hopefully amuse.
I have a cat.. not the brightest cat in the shed but not too dumb either.
I live on top of an op-shop, surrounded by a cluster of takeaway shops and a small shopping mall.
I have a tiny back yard.
Hanging out in the yard with my cat, I noticed the little bugger was very interested in a clump of weeds by the gate... Pounce, jump, claw, out runs a mouse, bolting across the yard to hide in the opposite corner amongst some garden pots n garden tools.
There are a few mice around, no surprise with the plethora of eateries surrounding my gaff. My cat, the fluffy beast, occassionally brings me a live mouse... he doesn't seem to know how or want to know how to kill em and spits em out at my feet. The pair of us then spend a bit of time chasing the poor bugger around the house, me lifting things up so the cat can get to wherever poor mouse is hiding, cat looking everywhere that mouse has BEEN not where mouse IS, 'til eventually mouse is cornered, I can grab it, bop it on the head with half a brick n pop it in the rubbish. So the pair of us kinda work together in the hunt.
As usual, Cat totally missed the mouse running to the other side of the yard and was excitedly pawing at the clump of weeds.
I amble over to the bunch of pots n tools n start clearing the area to give the cat access. Call the beast over, and he gets the idea and starts getting in amongst it.
Mouse has hidden behind shovel and rake so I lift these up and lie them down behind me outta the way.
Cat sees mouse...
I take a step back to give the cat more room... Rake is between my legs... My back foot lands on the Rake head, with all my weight in that direction, and no chance of doing anything but continuing to put it there, The handle of rake flicks up, Just like a cartoon, and I have enough time to think Bugger and duck my head just enough to ensure handle hits my foreheand not my nose.
WHACK! Bit of a sting in that one! I see stars, and instantly feel a lump occurring... stagger up to the freezer to get some ice.. no ice only a packet of Filo pastry...
So I spend the next half hour wandering around the house with a lump of frozen filo pastry on my noggin, occassionally checking my pupils in case I am concussed.
All good, and next day at work there is no surprise from my colleagues as I relate the story about my forehead lump. They've come to expect that kinda shit from me :).
Nice
Score:
Mouse: 1
Rake: 1
Human: 0
Just to get this whole thing going, I shall relate a tale somewhat old (about a month now), that will hopefully amuse.
I have a cat.. not the brightest cat in the shed but not too dumb either.
I live on top of an op-shop, surrounded by a cluster of takeaway shops and a small shopping mall.
I have a tiny back yard.
Hanging out in the yard with my cat, I noticed the little bugger was very interested in a clump of weeds by the gate... Pounce, jump, claw, out runs a mouse, bolting across the yard to hide in the opposite corner amongst some garden pots n garden tools.
There are a few mice around, no surprise with the plethora of eateries surrounding my gaff. My cat, the fluffy beast, occassionally brings me a live mouse... he doesn't seem to know how or want to know how to kill em and spits em out at my feet. The pair of us then spend a bit of time chasing the poor bugger around the house, me lifting things up so the cat can get to wherever poor mouse is hiding, cat looking everywhere that mouse has BEEN not where mouse IS, 'til eventually mouse is cornered, I can grab it, bop it on the head with half a brick n pop it in the rubbish. So the pair of us kinda work together in the hunt.
As usual, Cat totally missed the mouse running to the other side of the yard and was excitedly pawing at the clump of weeds.
I amble over to the bunch of pots n tools n start clearing the area to give the cat access. Call the beast over, and he gets the idea and starts getting in amongst it.
Mouse has hidden behind shovel and rake so I lift these up and lie them down behind me outta the way.
Cat sees mouse...
I take a step back to give the cat more room... Rake is between my legs... My back foot lands on the Rake head, with all my weight in that direction, and no chance of doing anything but continuing to put it there, The handle of rake flicks up, Just like a cartoon, and I have enough time to think Bugger and duck my head just enough to ensure handle hits my foreheand not my nose.
WHACK! Bit of a sting in that one! I see stars, and instantly feel a lump occurring... stagger up to the freezer to get some ice.. no ice only a packet of Filo pastry...
So I spend the next half hour wandering around the house with a lump of frozen filo pastry on my noggin, occassionally checking my pupils in case I am concussed.
All good, and next day at work there is no surprise from my colleagues as I relate the story about my forehead lump. They've come to expect that kinda shit from me :).
Nice
Score:
Mouse: 1
Rake: 1
Human: 0
m'kay
This is my second Blog... I also have a technical analysis oriented thingy at this address:
http://winkinatcha.blogspot.com/
But unless yer madly into technical analysis and trading futures n other financial instrujments, I'd suggest you AVOID it like the plague as it will sound like a lot of gobbledy gook.
This'n however is more of an outlet for the other stuff i do... mad professor things like building battery powered electric briefcases and bizarre bicycles, "counselling" various friends, philosophising on the vagueries of our beloved world, micro stories n crap verse, tales of pain and my stoopid yet remarkably cute cat and all those other things a slightly different though surprisingly the same, mid forties white male Australian gets up to n thinks about.
Cheers n beers n if yer reading this, chuck in a comment as howling alone into the wilderness, though fun is nowhere near as fun as having someone howl back.
:)
http://winkinatcha.blogspot.com/
But unless yer madly into technical analysis and trading futures n other financial instrujments, I'd suggest you AVOID it like the plague as it will sound like a lot of gobbledy gook.
This'n however is more of an outlet for the other stuff i do... mad professor things like building battery powered electric briefcases and bizarre bicycles, "counselling" various friends, philosophising on the vagueries of our beloved world, micro stories n crap verse, tales of pain and my stoopid yet remarkably cute cat and all those other things a slightly different though surprisingly the same, mid forties white male Australian gets up to n thinks about.
Cheers n beers n if yer reading this, chuck in a comment as howling alone into the wilderness, though fun is nowhere near as fun as having someone howl back.
:)
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