pumpkin wine

Well, Here we are In The Brand New Year!!!
I must say I am surprised my heart's still beating!


Having been brought up in the grayer end of life, I have learned ...to appreciate that which is given to me. Being Thankful, truly Thankful, is pure humility and gratitude.


It's a sour note when people complain but sometimes it is necessary for the greater good, provided rational people are observing it. 

 
My chief complaint about the holidays is the senseless waste- pure gluttony when you get down to it. I mean, the trees at x-mas, the pumpkins at Halloween, the turkey nobody eats for leftovers at Thanksgiving, The saltpeter and sulphur in July, the poppies at veterans day, and all the Easter Grass!! And last but not least, the people who drive their cars into deer and leave the carcass to rot. Yeah, that really pisses me off. BUT- what I have to share is worth gold- even is the color gold. That is, if you see it correctly. 

WHAT is he talking about?? Well, I am talking about PUMPKINS! That's right, PUMPKINS. When I was a kid, and still to this day, I ALWAYS HATED PUMPKIN PIE! One year my father picked that very thing to force down my throat. Usually it was milk so I was thankful for the change. It was harder to pour and caused less of a mess to myself. 

What I have discovered is Pumpkin makes an excellent VINO!! And that's renewed my senses. (Thank God I didn't kill him).

Here's what you do- If you let the pumpkin age a bit the flesh will fall apart like spaghetti going round and round the inside. You can just rake it free with your finger tips.> grate the pumpkin flesh and put it into a five gallon pail. Five pounds of flesh. 3 and a half pounds of sugar. One and three quarters gallon water. And a teaspoon of yeast. I use regular yeast and it works good enough for the girls I go with. 

Boil water and pour it onto the flesh in the bucket- wash it before hand... let it set in the bucket with a rag/towel/something to cover it but let it breath... let it set five days while stirring constantly throughout the days. You can add raisins and cinnamon and whatever you like but I like it the way it is. 

Place it in jugs with lids that you drilled holes in and inserted plastic/rubber tubing into and seal with a hot melt glue gun. Put the loose end of the hose into a milk jug full of water- this provides your oxygen lock so the fermentation process can take place properly. After three weeks or a little more, siphon it off and let it set. If you want it pretty keep it a year before drinking. I could care less and enjoy it when I feel like after three weeks.

 Do it the Cowboy way and see for yourself. Be sure to let me know how you ended up! I hope you enjoyed this bit of info! ZSP

Addendum? part of 41 ludington

The drywall dust hangs pretty thick in the air. Even though you can't see it, you can taste it on your tongue when you walk into a room. The particles are so fine they're like smoke particles. It collects in your lungs very thick. It forms a paste, and can't be broken  down, and makes my heart flutter in a way that frightens me every time it happens.

There are two rooms in the front of the farm house that are coming along nicely. I'm working on the third coat of drywall compound ,trying to get some details finished even though Dave wants to hurry up and paint. I want to hurry up and paint too because the sooner I can finish off two rooms, the sooner I can do the floors and the woodwork. Once that is done, I can seal the rooms off and have a living quarters that isn't contaminated with biohazard air particles like silica dust from the mud and drywall, fiberglass, and, most likely, asbestos. There's so much dirt in here I can't even smoke, which isn't entirely bad. I have resorting to eating marijuana to get the relief that normally is obtained from my routine medicines- having been separated from all of my care for far too long. 

Finally, I got down to Grand Rapids get some of my stuff that belongs to me. My friend Jimmy secured my belongings from a man who tried robbing me of what little I own. I'm happy to have my little ct90 back that I built. I could use it here on the farm. It's a pretty big piece of property that always needs to be run around to maintain.

I made some chicken the other night. Well, last night I had a bunch of chores to do, and I was going to do them, while I was cooking chicken- sitting around the fire cooking the chicken, playing my guitar ...and doing a little journaling. Well, my chores ended up being fairly more demanding than I wished him to be so, I ended up having to utilize the Crock-Pot.

 thank God I had one so I threw for chicken thigh and leg quarters in the crock pot along with some carrots and celery and onion bunch of smashed garlic and about a half pound of marijuana leaves heedless to say when I did eat dinner I got pretty lit I think I'll have leftovers tonight. Next paragraph space well space don't work either what a shity phone next paragraph anyway bike ran great didn't get back home without a flat tire and rear tire went flat I knew it needed rubber it's the original tires on the bike them thanks 50 years old for god sakes still got me to school and back anyway yeah I'm trying to get these two rooms finish so I can get my office put back together so I can get back to work so I can get back to writing my stories I'm worried that I'm not going to get too much farther into it before I drop dad which is going to suck because nobody's going to be able to finish my story and it has to have a happy ending or it's not going to be of any value to anybody just my luck. Third paragraph 7 stand here at the farm for little over a month things are good here very fast pace was a lot going on a lot going on fixing trucks and fixing cars and cleaning the garage out and Extreme Makeover show with like hoarding going on and then there's the farm and then there's the bug pestilence and then there's the the air conditioner issue and leaking water through the ceiling and damage and drywall work that's already been done and the tools are scattered around everywhere in the fasters are scattered around everywhere and people are stealing things and people are leaving bullets laying around implying a threat and it's just one thing after another it's unbelievable

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This is a song called, 

"The Worst I Done"

It's a new break up song.

Hope You Like It.

 

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