Can’t help it, this is the absolute best year we’ve ever had in all the fruit so I have to share the joy (harumph. I just mistyped that as “share the job” and boyohboy I sure wish it were the case) since it will be a long time until a year like this one comes again. My only regret is that I didn’t check the raspberries in early summer; made wine only once many years ago and folks still speak of it today. Above is the crabapple wine in the carboy, still bubbling but most of the must and pulp has been strained (through a lady’s stocking!). Below are the peach (looking yucky since the pulp’s in stockings–Him asked me why I was doing laundry in the wine) and on the right, the grape; the latter due to be transferred to carboys tonight if Him will help me.
Since I siphoned, strained and transferred the crabapple wine myself this afternoon, I believe it best to have some help. The kitchen looked like an I Love Lucy set and I’m still sticky in places that weren’t exposed.
Honestly, the grape at this point tastes very dry. The crabapple–omigod the crabapple is going to be the best. The peach just tastes like fizzy peaches at this stage.
Now I’ve got to go outside and pick some more.
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Looks like a lot of natural sugar to me.