[CH] Baby's Breath
danceswithcarp (dcombs@bloomington.in.us)
Tue, 25 Apr 2000 09:03:35 -0500 (EST)
Sorry I can't respond directly about the Madison Hotluck. I saw the post
this AM but had to come to school before I could respond. Thanks
to Jim The Oneth for taking it down to the gathering and thanks for the
review; we like the stuff, and so do a lot of our frineds. I gave a
couple of jars to my Middle school students and one parent contacted me
about giving something "that hot" to her kid.
"That hot?" Must've been the batch we tweaked. If Jim's was from the
same batch putting it on "The Bread" might have been redundant. We eat it
on loaves of french bread or big slabs of cracked wheat. Once we start
you can pretty much assume the loaf of bread will be gone as your natural
impulse is to have some more starches to tone it down, but then when you
put Baby's Breath on that next slab you want still another piece, of
course, to tone it down--and so on and so on.
The Brew? I forgot I gave him some of that. If it was slightly purple
in color it wasn't the batch that ate through the crock. Jim said the
purple might be from the iodine in the salt. The batch that ate through
the crock is a nice golden meade kind of color. We've got about 1 1/2
gallon of it still brewing and I started another 3 gallon crock with
rehydrated habs and Red Savinas from last year's crop. The older Brew is
really mellow; not a flash, just a real warm and fuzzy feeling. The new
Brew is still too young, so it's a little more ragged in the heat
department. Another six months or so and it will smooth out; just in
time for xmas.
Homemade stuff is the best. And in that vein I've got a friend in
Portland, OR who home brews "Scotch Bonnet Ale." He throws a good handful
of Scotch Bonnets into a five-gallon jar and when it's done you really
have a beer that, well, makes you want to drink another beer.
That should be the Chile-Head Standard: If whatever you made doesn't make
you want more, keep adjusting it until it does.
Thanks for the kind wirdz. I should have made it to the hotluck, but two
jobs keeps me home on weekends rubbing the sleep-balls from my eyes.
carp