Doyle and I hopped in the flashmobile and headed for Elkhart yesterday. We went to the “Quality Brewing Supply” place that I had ordered items from on the internet. Turns out the address they post is not where the store … Continue reading
Category Archives: Cidermaking
Okay, I am stuck. I couldn’t tell if I had cider here, or stale old apple juice. So I ciphoned off a sample, only a couple ounces really, and I drank it. Oddly enough it (TOB) tasted like unsweetened pears. … Continue reading
I’m desperate, no action in TOB, hardly any sign of action in TNB. So I took my remaining packet of yeast, started it in some cider and split it between the two. I don’t know what else I can do … Continue reading
I went in search of cheap canning jars of the pint or so variety while I decided what to do about the TOB and its lacktivity. I didn’t find any for cheap save for some quart sized bottles and there … Continue reading
Cider that is. Managed to go to two cider mills on the way to Frankenmuth and back with the mrs. On the way up I visited Uncle John’s Fruit house winery and on the way back we stopped at the … Continue reading
The jug of cider mixin’ is sitting in my living room next to the plant stand. Its not particularly warm there, and I had originally placed it in a warmer location but JJ nixed that. It doesn’t look like its … Continue reading
After a good meal with good company (Everlovin’ Indiana Bill) I headed to Garwood’s Orchard in LaPorte, IN. Their farm was much like the one I visited in Goshen though there were less apple varieties on show. At least right … Continue reading
I gave up trying to cultivate my own yeast from apples. I couldn’t find any that hadn’t been sprayed and treated, and cider has all been pasteurized anyway. I don’t think you can sell it without doing that. I priced … Continue reading
I had an apple I bought at an orchard this weekend, I think it was a golden delicious. I peeled it and put the peels in a 2liter bottle with a few ounces of apple juice. By this morning nothing … Continue reading