My second bottle bomb!!!
I was sitting with my wife last night after a fine steak dinner. I ask here the usual question (for winos like us). "What shall we have to drink?"
"Do we have any of that strawberry left?" she asked. She loved that strawberry Skeeter Pee!
I chuckled. "You mean the one that exploded?" We had a good laugh
---again---over our experience with the bottle that blew it's cork in the kitchen wine rack. I had moved the only remaining bottle of the strawberry to the cellar where it is very cool (62F). I kept it upright on a shelf by itself...just in case. This bottle had a small amount of sediment in the bottom, and just a hint of haze. I brought it out to the basement living room where we were relaxing.
"We just happen to have one bottle left," I said. She took a step back. I held up the bottle to the light. "It looks ok to me," I replied. She gave me that
I don't know about this...look as I reached for the cork screw.
After the first bottle bomb went off, we had opened and consumed the other remaining bottles of this batch of wine. They were fizzy, like champaign, but not bad over frozen fruit (Johnna likes it that way). I always keep the first bottle of every batch I make for my
A Box, where I hide them away for a later date. I had removed this last bottle from the
Box because of my concern regarding said cork popping out. The bottle had sat that way for several months. I now held it in my hands, standing over it, as I carelessly drove in the cork scew, while the small quiet voice in my head went unheeded.
I distictly heard Johnna say, "Maybe we should..."
FOOM!!! :< The cork and the stainless steel cork screw lept from the bottle like a rocket. It's a darn good thing I had a good grip on it! The wine exploded straight upwards, driving into my chest, my nose, my eyes, and covering the ceiling above me with the sour smell of strawberries...and regret.
I dashed into the Lab to wash the burning alcohol out of my eyes, and then started to laugh. After Johnna heard me, and knew I was ok, she laughed, too. We were driven to tears of mirth the whole time we cleaned up. The dogs licked up the leavings.
This got me to thinking. I got out the A Box, and removed the other bottles of Skeeter Pee that I had saved. I had four. When I opened them up (very carefully, under cover, in the basement sink), all of the ones I had bottled prior to getting my allinonewinepump were fizzy. The last bottle I opened was from the first batch I had bottled with the vacuum pump. It was my favorate, the Triple Berry. It was four months old and tasted absolutely amazing. I wish I had saved more.
I then went to the Lab to make more Triple Berry Skeeter Pee.
The end!
