This post follows “Brandy swamp juice at day 29.” To see that post, click here.
On July 29, 2009, I forged ahead with an experiment, of sorts. I had never tried to make brandy, but had a lot of fruit falling off the tree and decided to go online and get a recipe. The recipe I found involved filling a glass gallon jar with fruit, adding three cups of sugar and approximately 26 ounces of cheap vodka. The instructions said to turn the jar of brandy daily, from right side up to upside down for three months. And so I have.
I’m now down to one month left on this experiment, ironically with it becoming ready near Halloween. I say “ironically” because Ken maintains this “brew” is the scariest thing he has ever encountered. He accused the apricot brandy of developing primordial life 30 days ago, and since then, he claims he heard it learning vowel sounds in harmony with whatever I have forgotten in the lettuce crisper drawer of the refrigerator. Ken maintains the tune sounds somewhat like the Battle Hymn of the Republic, but that some of the apricots are uninspired and therefore are dragging down the entire apricot chorus. He also complained that without an agreed upon director, their timing is off, but that as he makes his toast in the morning, some of the apricots swim to the side and look to him for direction. So help me…Ken needs to get out more!
(Musical apricot brew, at left. Notice how murky the liquid is compared to the crabapple brew below.)
Of course, I realize that Ken is lying. I have checked that brandy daily – and there is no such thing going on. Granted, the apricots have begun to dissolve – and aren’t very attractive, and a few of them do appear to be making faces on the sides of the jar, but as for musical talent, or the beginnings of a revolt? Never.
If you read the last post, you probably learned that I intended to spring said concoction on Ken and his football buddies, despite his protests to the contrary. Something about “No way would he or his friends be getting poisoned by his deranged wife.” His support of this project is awe-inspiring. (Not!)
At any rate, because I am the kind, considerate, sweet sort of wife, I purchased a Brita filter well in advance just to remove some of the less appetizing elements floating in the swampy apricot liquid. My biggest worry is that there seems to be a BIG difference between the apricot and the crabapple brandies. The apricot is admittedly gross, but the crabapple is gorgeous – very clear and yummy looking. This difference makes me wonder if the crabapple might need more time – maybe even another month. Perhaps I am mistaken because the two fruits are quite different in texture. Additionally, the seal on the apricot brandy was difficult and resulted in opening the jar three times during the last 60 days. Perhaps the air could make a difference? (I’ll know in another 30 days – but if any of you readers know this, please leave a comment.)
The only other update is that while changing the lid on the apricot brandy – the aroma was unbelievable! Wow, if it tastes half as good as it is beginning to smell, I’ll be thrilled – and might even recant my threat of feeding it to Ken and his football buddies. Maybe I’ll give them the contents of the crisper drawer and keep the brandy for myself!