Ozarkgal
Senior Member
- Location
- Deep in the Ozark woods
I had to laugh last night at my come uppance,. One of our Mexican friends that is single wanted to bring his new love over to show her off. He came in tow with some "Tinga", a Mexican chicken dish that is very spicy, but so good you can't stop eating even though tears are running down your face. To his credit, he's has learned to make it not quite so spicy for our tender Gringo's tongues.
Following close behind him was his new love, also a Gringo, southern bred and borne, proudly handing me a small 1/2 pint mason jelly jar of amber liquid which she proudly proclaimed as her apple spice "moonshine". Of course, me always looking for a way to cut the budget immediately started calculating, thinking..ding, ding, ding...I can make my own booze if I can get her to instruct me as to how she makes moonshine.
Devious me, I plied her with a few beers and a couple of shots of cherry Brandy, after she told me how much she likes cherry liqueur, thinking if I got her loosened up a bit she would share the old "family" recipe, and I would be on my way to cheap booze.
I was picturing myself with a nice little still hidden deep in the woods across the creek, steaming up a batch. While she was falling for and imbibing of my devious, not so southern hospitality I was sampling her moonshine, which was really good with a nice little apple/cinnamon nuance, which was delivering a nice little buzz.
Once I hit the bottom of the jar, I finally though she was sufficiently loosened up enough to spill the goods on the secret recipe, so the subtle questioning began. She was only too cheerfully happy to supply me with the recipe and method, which involved stirring up apple juice, apple cider and store bought 100 proof grain alcohol and adding cinnamon sticks...stovetop...no still necessary.
Needless to say, I was sorely disappointed that the illicit fun I had envisioned, with me hovering around my own special run of Arkansas backwoods moonshine was crushed. Instead, I had found myself drinking pure grain alcohol, albeit very tasty with the apple/cinnamon flavor, and as she so well described it, "It, goes down smooth, but kicks like a mule."
Following close behind him was his new love, also a Gringo, southern bred and borne, proudly handing me a small 1/2 pint mason jelly jar of amber liquid which she proudly proclaimed as her apple spice "moonshine". Of course, me always looking for a way to cut the budget immediately started calculating, thinking..ding, ding, ding...I can make my own booze if I can get her to instruct me as to how she makes moonshine.
Devious me, I plied her with a few beers and a couple of shots of cherry Brandy, after she told me how much she likes cherry liqueur, thinking if I got her loosened up a bit she would share the old "family" recipe, and I would be on my way to cheap booze.
I was picturing myself with a nice little still hidden deep in the woods across the creek, steaming up a batch. While she was falling for and imbibing of my devious, not so southern hospitality I was sampling her moonshine, which was really good with a nice little apple/cinnamon nuance, which was delivering a nice little buzz.
Once I hit the bottom of the jar, I finally though she was sufficiently loosened up enough to spill the goods on the secret recipe, so the subtle questioning began. She was only too cheerfully happy to supply me with the recipe and method, which involved stirring up apple juice, apple cider and store bought 100 proof grain alcohol and adding cinnamon sticks...stovetop...no still necessary.
Needless to say, I was sorely disappointed that the illicit fun I had envisioned, with me hovering around my own special run of Arkansas backwoods moonshine was crushed. Instead, I had found myself drinking pure grain alcohol, albeit very tasty with the apple/cinnamon flavor, and as she so well described it, "It, goes down smooth, but kicks like a mule."
