Hard cider was another inexpensive alcoholic options for those of us who had orchards. One fall father decided to ferment a 60-gallon barrel full. Unfortunately, there came an unusually warm spell one weekend and the brewing hard cider blew out the bung, shooting up to the rafters of the barn in one continuous geyser. It was a sad day for father.

Makes me thirsty, just thinking about it.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble