Once again it's St. Paddy's day and even if I had beer, I couldn't drink it because I gotta fucking work! I siphoned the cider from primary to secondary and so far, so good. It's looking like opaque fruit juice at the moment, but one would assume that it'll hopefully clear up and take on the colour of apple juice. I'll keep an eye on it.
I still need to obtain a bottling bucket, if only to prevent a repeat of the Cerveza debacle. A carboy brush would also be a good investment. Bill has promised to give me one of his work benches, so I'll have to follow up on that. Speaking of Bill, he's in the process of building me a Mash Tun and so far, it looks totally kickass! I never would have thought to use PVC pipe and food-grade aquarium sealant, but Bill's a genius and I am but a humble brewer! Obviously I'll hook him up big-time with brew, but I might have to name a beer after him too.
Celia reckons I might be able to find suitably sized (smaller) glass bottles at the Warehouse. I'm a little doubtful, but it's worth a butchers'. So far, every bottle I've come across is a screw-top, has a raised logo or both. As much as I love the 750ml flip-tops, they ain't cheap and they're a pain in the ass to deal with!
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