One man's mead is another man's poison
Our offices are moving at the end of the month, so this week is being spent packing: papers, files, books, old travel records, all the paperwork that we never look at but need to keep.
And buried in the storeroom was a 3-gallon jug of mead that I'd set there, oh, three, four years ago. Dusty, air trap empty, truly disgusting looking. I was certain that it would be spoilt, turned to vinegar, unpotable.
Except we decanted a bit, and you know, it wasn't bad. Not great: a bit thin, and not really that much alcohol. But not ruined, either.
I think if I add another pound of honey, rack it, and let it sit for a couple more years, it might be worthy to share. And if not, well, it should make a nice marinade.
The things one finds when packing.... ((shakes head in wonder))
And buried in the storeroom was a 3-gallon jug of mead that I'd set there, oh, three, four years ago. Dusty, air trap empty, truly disgusting looking. I was certain that it would be spoilt, turned to vinegar, unpotable.
Except we decanted a bit, and you know, it wasn't bad. Not great: a bit thin, and not really that much alcohol. But not ruined, either.
I think if I add another pound of honey, rack it, and let it sit for a couple more years, it might be worthy to share. And if not, well, it should make a nice marinade.
The things one finds when packing.... ((shakes head in wonder))