May 23, 2005
hit the start button
In celebration of my grandmother's 94th birthday, I started my home-made chemistry experiment today. In checking all my fermenting stuff, I noticed two problems. First, Jennifer crimped my worm (in more ways than one) when she packed up all of my shit and had me tossed out of my house.
In case you don't know, a "worm" is the copper tubing you use to condense alcohol from the mash when you cook it. Jennifer bent the old one up so badly when she crammed it into a box that I didn't think it would work anymore. I also quit making beer, wine or anything else alcoholic several years ago and started using my funnel to perform oil changes on my truck. That thing looked pretty bad, too.
So, I went to the hardware store today, and I bought 15' of 3/4" copper tubing, a funnel and a big tube of silicone putty. As the guy at the store was measuring my tubing, he said, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were making a moonshine still." I told him that he was crazy. Moonshining is against the law. "Yeah, right," he replied. He sold me everything I wanted.
I'm about to start cooking all the berries and the sugar on my stove very soon now. I'm going to pour that stuff into a 5-gallon glass jug when it's done (that's what I needed the funnel for), let it sit until it cools down to titty-warm, and then I'll pitch the yeast into it. After that, I'll drag it off into the garage, plug in the blow-off tube and let it do its natural thing.
In about ten to fourteen days, I should be ready to cook it off.
In the meantime, I'll work on getting the still put back together and carefully bending my worm into the proper shape to fit my home-made condenser. I'm looking forward to see how this project turns out. I have high hopes.
I don't intend to blow this one up.
(UPDATE: The nefarious deed is done and everything looks good so far. That sumbitch is ALREADY beginning to foam and blow bubbles, and I pitched the yeast only about two hours ago. Must be some damn potent yeast, or VERY good mash.)
(ANOTHER UPDATE: Mary, don't try that shit on me again. Spam is spam--- and you weren't out to do anyone except yourself a public service. Free I-Pod, my ass.)
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