ill fated magic…

It has finally happened. The stars have aligned… The sausage making kit arrived… We got the extra bits we needed for the brew kit… The magician is standing over his brewing pot… And there is a smell of ale in the air…

All of the apparatus for the experiments is now in the teeny tiny house. Handsome is renamed. He is a magician. He is the Handsome Magician, but I promise you he will only use that moniker in private (ahem, cough), or when I talk about him brewing beer!

All of the crappy and dreary is now happy and cheery! And bless the Handsome Magician. He of course has the same confidence as me when it comes to new things, the confidence of a mouse. He was nervous before starting, and he couldn’t do two things at once, so my nonsense chat was relegated to the lounge, while the Handsome Magician reread the potion recipe (fifty million times), just to be sure he he didn’t mess up.

Well, since the Handsome Magician is actually a genius, he didn’t have much trouble putting the ingredients in the pot in the correct order. And the most taxing item on the instructions was making sure it didn’t boil over, so he is all over that! Hubble bubble, toil and trouble…

Our boy is watching his pot to make sure it doesn’t boil. The cheese making kit is on top of the refrigerator waiting for some action. The sausage grinder and stuffer is on the kitchen table begging for some sausage! Let’s be honest, beer or sausage? Which takes priority? The answer is both, but not tonight… It’s enough that the world is better with our beer in it.

But I bought the sausage ingredients, and we have veal, pork, and new herbs ready for action. I will also make some home made bread tonight for the breadcrumbs for my sausage filler (more sausage making news tomorrow). From scratch is for everything, not just the bits we pick and choose… I will be making an English style sausage, with some bratwursty elements. And I’m gonna make 5 lbs of it, so my poor work colleagues will be eating sausage until they start to look porcine.

And yes, cheffing diva, this weekend I will start on a lamb sausage, just for you, but you had better pay for the ingredients. Baby sheep don’t come cheap!

As for the beer, we already have a name… The “ill-fated ale” may become a regular in our house. Poor beer was ill fated because we couldn’t find a pot to brew it in. But humble and unfortunate beginnings often finish with marvellous and magnificent endings. It happens to the worst kids (just look at how amazing I am now) and it will happen to our beer. Ill fated by name, great prospects by taste. We can’t wait. Can you?

And sorry ’bout it… We’re proud enough that we’ve got pics…

Handsome Magician...
Handsome Magician…
Bailey wants some...
Bailey wants some…
Hubble bubble...
Hubble bubble…
mmm... smells goooooood...
mmm… smells goooooood…
the final ingredient goes in...
the final ingredient goes in…

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