model70hunter
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Someone started a thread on pigs head beer. It triggered a memory of my early beer making adventure or poor attempt is more like it.
Here is a few pages from my life in the late 60's.
I made some home made beer about 50 years ago, I was 19'ish. A guy who made it by the gallons and drank it all day long gave me the ingredient list and instructions. He put his in pint Mason jars, kept them in the fridge and they did not last long. He gave Bro and me a pint each one time, it was good tasting beer.
I found a couple of 10 gallon stone crocks in flea markets and was in business. My Bro and I watched it everyday, soon no carding failures at package stores for us. The floats said it was ready, the number of days said it was ready. I took the washed beer bottles and the capper I bought at Rexall and siphoned the brew into the bottles.
Chill these babies, get ready, look out Busch and Coors. They were 7 to 10% alcohol.
Dad lined up after dinner to try our new brews. Dad's dad was an excellent home made wine maker. He smiled, this must be in the genes, almost like free beer. Our side kick Wild Bill was there, as always, he lived with us.
We hoisted 4 bottles and took a sip. I'm not sure who spit it out first. It was quick.
We all agreed it did not taste right.
But it was almost free beer.
Dad drank some of his, we waited, he did not keel over or gasp for air. Bro, Bill and I drank ours. We found if we swallowed a lot and held our breath for a little bit there wasn't as much after taste.
Perhaps our loving die hard Southern Baptist Mom who was on our case from day one put something in it, no we thought she really did not mean we were going straight to hades this minute.
We tried experimenting. Lets try hot sauce, nope just a hot bad taste. Sugar, no. Salt. No.
Mom canned about 50 gallons of tomatoes a year. Juice in quart, half and full gallons. Some with veggies in it, pour it into a big pot and veggie stew. Paste, whole tomatoes, crushed tomatoes and others. Bro and I had the easy job of hoeing, weeding, picking and then washing out jars if we were caught loafing.
One night Bro and I were drinking a brew after dinner and we spotted a quart of tomato juice, What the heck. We poured the beer in some old AW root beer mugs and added the tomato juice. Oh my goodness. Nirvana. Perfection. It was awesome. So we drank my 20 gallons of beer and mixed Mom's tomato juice in. They now call it red beer. There was a slight come to god moment with Mom when she found out us 4 bad boys had drank most of her tomato juice.
We curtailed that shortage by buying up cheap store brand juice but not as good at the old Kroger's store.
I made a few more batches and Dad drank them for years, a bottle a night. Bro and I knew a guy who could erase your year of birth on the DL and fudge it a little, we could now buy good stuff, like Falstaff, Old Milwaukee, Griesydiek Bros, Schlitz and a few more.
We attained adulthood, married and had children. We sort of grew up. One Friday night my Bro called and said one beer at the local Cheers type pub. I said OK, one beer. The difference was I had already eaten and his wife had sent him to Mom's to pick up a gallon of tomato juice and some whole tomato's for a big pot of chili. Being a good husband he drove to Moms and picked up a couple of gallons of juice and some whole tomato's. Then we met for one beer.
It was a nice lively Friday night, lots of folks there we had not seen in a while, we had to educate each other on our recent happenings, deer season etc. Educating friends takes more than one beer.
It was a wild and crazy night, his wife would call and demand the bar maid get him to the phone, he'd tell the bar maid he wasn't here. Don't you love the old pre cell phone days? After a few calls the whole place would yell, he ain't here.
Then he mentioned tomato juice and rolled into our youthful beer making days and spiking it with Mom's juice. Why most of those local redneck lawyers, businessmen and school teachers had never heard of tomato juice in beer. Bro ran out to his truck, winter time, the juice was frosty cold. We added it to everyone's beer. Well the bar maid liked this, those folks wuz draining their beer almost as soon as the juice hit the glass. Soon bro had to go get the spare gallon he nabbed.
We lost count on how many past one beer. Everyone there was now a disciple.
Then Bro's wife walked in. The place got sort of real, real quiet. We all would have put money on Bro if it had been a knife or gun fight, but it was a mouth fight. She whupped him in seconds. He secretly told me he slept on the couch for 2 nights. All over one little beer with some of Mom's tomato juice in it.
We had a side kick, Wild Bill, who spent 20 in the USAF in security and then did some of that contract stuff for a few years. He came back with a pocket full of money and bought a big river bottom farm next to our old one.
He was a Mom's tomato juice beer drinking disciple. He rounded up Mom's tomato canning procedure from one of our kids who had all of Mom's cooking stuff. He put in a hundred tomato plants. He's gonna have good red beer. I just hope they don't want me to make some of that rot gut bad tasting stuff to go with it.
I had some red beer Friday night, one with a Bud light and one with a Heineken. Dang, wasn't Mom's, it was Bloody Mary mix. Right smart tasting drink and I got all those vitamin boosters.
Here is a few pages from my life in the late 60's.
I made some home made beer about 50 years ago, I was 19'ish. A guy who made it by the gallons and drank it all day long gave me the ingredient list and instructions. He put his in pint Mason jars, kept them in the fridge and they did not last long. He gave Bro and me a pint each one time, it was good tasting beer.
I found a couple of 10 gallon stone crocks in flea markets and was in business. My Bro and I watched it everyday, soon no carding failures at package stores for us. The floats said it was ready, the number of days said it was ready. I took the washed beer bottles and the capper I bought at Rexall and siphoned the brew into the bottles.
Chill these babies, get ready, look out Busch and Coors. They were 7 to 10% alcohol.
Dad lined up after dinner to try our new brews. Dad's dad was an excellent home made wine maker. He smiled, this must be in the genes, almost like free beer. Our side kick Wild Bill was there, as always, he lived with us.
We hoisted 4 bottles and took a sip. I'm not sure who spit it out first. It was quick.
We all agreed it did not taste right.
But it was almost free beer.
Dad drank some of his, we waited, he did not keel over or gasp for air. Bro, Bill and I drank ours. We found if we swallowed a lot and held our breath for a little bit there wasn't as much after taste.
Perhaps our loving die hard Southern Baptist Mom who was on our case from day one put something in it, no we thought she really did not mean we were going straight to hades this minute.
We tried experimenting. Lets try hot sauce, nope just a hot bad taste. Sugar, no. Salt. No.
Mom canned about 50 gallons of tomatoes a year. Juice in quart, half and full gallons. Some with veggies in it, pour it into a big pot and veggie stew. Paste, whole tomatoes, crushed tomatoes and others. Bro and I had the easy job of hoeing, weeding, picking and then washing out jars if we were caught loafing.
One night Bro and I were drinking a brew after dinner and we spotted a quart of tomato juice, What the heck. We poured the beer in some old AW root beer mugs and added the tomato juice. Oh my goodness. Nirvana. Perfection. It was awesome. So we drank my 20 gallons of beer and mixed Mom's tomato juice in. They now call it red beer. There was a slight come to god moment with Mom when she found out us 4 bad boys had drank most of her tomato juice.
We curtailed that shortage by buying up cheap store brand juice but not as good at the old Kroger's store.
I made a few more batches and Dad drank them for years, a bottle a night. Bro and I knew a guy who could erase your year of birth on the DL and fudge it a little, we could now buy good stuff, like Falstaff, Old Milwaukee, Griesydiek Bros, Schlitz and a few more.
We attained adulthood, married and had children. We sort of grew up. One Friday night my Bro called and said one beer at the local Cheers type pub. I said OK, one beer. The difference was I had already eaten and his wife had sent him to Mom's to pick up a gallon of tomato juice and some whole tomato's for a big pot of chili. Being a good husband he drove to Moms and picked up a couple of gallons of juice and some whole tomato's. Then we met for one beer.
It was a nice lively Friday night, lots of folks there we had not seen in a while, we had to educate each other on our recent happenings, deer season etc. Educating friends takes more than one beer.
It was a wild and crazy night, his wife would call and demand the bar maid get him to the phone, he'd tell the bar maid he wasn't here. Don't you love the old pre cell phone days? After a few calls the whole place would yell, he ain't here.
Then he mentioned tomato juice and rolled into our youthful beer making days and spiking it with Mom's juice. Why most of those local redneck lawyers, businessmen and school teachers had never heard of tomato juice in beer. Bro ran out to his truck, winter time, the juice was frosty cold. We added it to everyone's beer. Well the bar maid liked this, those folks wuz draining their beer almost as soon as the juice hit the glass. Soon bro had to go get the spare gallon he nabbed.
We lost count on how many past one beer. Everyone there was now a disciple.
Then Bro's wife walked in. The place got sort of real, real quiet. We all would have put money on Bro if it had been a knife or gun fight, but it was a mouth fight. She whupped him in seconds. He secretly told me he slept on the couch for 2 nights. All over one little beer with some of Mom's tomato juice in it.
We had a side kick, Wild Bill, who spent 20 in the USAF in security and then did some of that contract stuff for a few years. He came back with a pocket full of money and bought a big river bottom farm next to our old one.
He was a Mom's tomato juice beer drinking disciple. He rounded up Mom's tomato canning procedure from one of our kids who had all of Mom's cooking stuff. He put in a hundred tomato plants. He's gonna have good red beer. I just hope they don't want me to make some of that rot gut bad tasting stuff to go with it.
I had some red beer Friday night, one with a Bud light and one with a Heineken. Dang, wasn't Mom's, it was Bloody Mary mix. Right smart tasting drink and I got all those vitamin boosters.
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