As winter sets in, there is no better time to make some beer. With Uncle Jon over for tea the previous friday, we had a few drinks and got inspired. Dark ale and stout were the order of the day, so the beer was created. This weekend the bottling process began.
The kitchen turned into a hive of activity, with Reuben learning the tricks of the trade passed down from father to son. The first batch was bottled and started to get carried out to the shed when disaster struck- the bottom fell out of the washing basket which was used to transport the precious cargo.
At least two litres of stout went onto the carpet, turning the golden hue of rental carpet a lovely shade of rich foamy brown. The next few hours were spent cleaning up the floor, trying to eliminate that pub aroma we all adore.
Reuben watched the drama with little interest, preferring to roll in the lounge and play with his toys.
What we can learn from this exercise is "strickly ironing only"
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