Glorp.
By martha
That’s the sound the fermentation lock makes every three minutes or so as all those little carbon dioxide molecules scramble to escape. Day five and it’s bubbling along nicely. Though, man, we could’ve really used a sieve or something last Saturday. The stuff is really murky. Or, shall we say, “rustic.”
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mine glorps every three seconds. the cats are suspicious.
definitely choose rustic.
meanwhile, last weekend was the cider festival here, and you missed it! of course, so did i, and i have no excuse…
warm eather has brought out the wasps…
Oh, there were many, many wasps down here as well, swarming around all that apple juice. It made it more . . . challenging.
OK, totally off topic, but I just needed to drop the fact that We Went to Burger Night! It was Fine.