Dandy-Lion Wine Part II

I posted about our adventure with dandelion wine at the beginning of May. Since then much has occured that had nothing to do with our fermenting experiment, so it continued on its own merry way, until a week or two ago when we unwrapped and sniffed, and strained, and tasted, and rewrapped.

It didn’t smell exactly off, more like an orange that’s just about to keel over and let mold devour it.

Straining the pulp

Straining the pulp

We strained it a couple of times to remove as much of the broken down orange and lemon bits as we could. Then we let it settle for a couple of hours and skimmed a snifterfull off the top.

We each took a mouthful and after letting it sit on our tongues for a moment (to appreciate the ‘full bodied’ flavour) we swallowed.

To say it had a kick like a mule was like saying Voyager I passing into interstellar space was just a bit of a space jaunt.

I felt my knees go numb and sat down, somewhat abruptly.

I think it needs to age a little more.

Not the Green Hat again!

Not the Green Hat again!

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 and, a Widdercat pic for LondonMabel

I know. Sleeping again. What can I say? I was an old cat.

I know. Sleeping again. What can I say? I was an old cat.

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Dandelion Wine

Last week we had two days of summer here on Widder Island. The thermometer popped up from the low teens to 27 and 28 degrees (Celsius) respectively. (Then plummeted back to it’s former range where it has remained ever since)

During that halcyon time this happened from one end of the street to the other and down the hillside to the lake.

A Trio Among Many

Mrs Widders, favouring her somewhat bacchanalian nature, suggested we go forth and gather from such bounty as many flowers as we could. Adding a measure of water, we then set our dandy-lions to steep for a day or two.

Steeping not Sleeping

A not overly wholesome aroma rose from our brew and the colour was … uninspiring.

I May Not Look Like Much Now ...

I May Not Look Like Much Now …

We consigned the soggy lions, (no longer dandy) to the compost bin, and prepared our next additions to the pot.

Oranges and lemons …

Oranges and Lemons, say the Bells of St Clemens.

 … grated and squeezed to within inches of their citric lives …

Knuckle Skin and Fingertip Free

Knuckle Skin and Fingertip Free

… sugar. Lots of sugar.

Lots, and Lots of Sugar

Lots, and Lots of Sugar

Into the container they go.

... First the Sugar ...

… First the Sugar …

... Then the Juice ...

… Then the Juice …

... and the Zesty Grand Finale

… and the Zesty Grand Finale

Thence did the container repose upon the refrigerator (warmest spot in the house) for a week, to gather its wild yeasties while it may.

A Green Hat - The Perfect Accessory

A Green Hat – The Perfect Accessory

… 1 week later … The Great Unveiling. It’s looks a whole lot prettier than it did at the beginning.

“‘Scuse me while I ferment.” … *burp* … “Par’n me.”

Fermentation hath begun, and now we wait ’til August.