Some habits die hard.
The laws of supply and demand might have swung in our favor following our Arabian exodus, but still, there's something nostalgic about home-brew. The anticipation of bubbling fermentation, the yeasty smell wafting out of the spare bathroom, sterilizing so. many. bottles, and finally, the excitement as you pop the first top. Thanks to some friends that lent us their gear, we now have 20 liters worth of bottled beer stored in our not-so-large kitchen. In just a few weeks it will be ready for the tasting... in the meantime, we have our fingers crossed that the bottles don't explode.
That Big Jug sitting on the toilet looks a little scarey. I am glad to see Pablo is putting as much care into "capping" the bottles as he did placing the monkey bread chunks.
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