Big Old Oops!

I have been trying to dig anything and everything out of the back of the fridge lately to keep from having any thing go bad on me.  Detest the waste!  I even have cardboard trays on the short shelves so that I can just pull them out to find what is there.

Last night I found a water bottle with orange juice concentrate wa-a-a-a-y back on one of the top shelves.  That is how I keep my juice.  (I usually don't have room for the whole pitcher)  You pour a little in your cup, add water and stir.  I put it in the front and could hardly wait to have a nice tall icy cold glass this morning.

  I got hold of the cap, twisted . . .  twisted again . . .  gritted my teeth and twisted . .  all to no avail.  So I got out my favorite lid twisting helper, got it loose.  Twisted some more and RAN to the sink.  It started spewing, foaming out and making such a mess!  I really need that!  I took a whiff, that is whiff, not sip, and WHEW!

Now all I want to know, what is the big deal by these home brewers?  At my last fire in 2006 there was a girl who had bought a house with her hubby just because it had a good room for brewing beer.  That is all that girl talked about.  (I suspected she did a lot of sampling and was really hurting after being totally dry for three weeks.) Anyway, all you need is big deep fridge and a mind that was slipping, just a little!  OR . . . .

Maybe it's just a gift.  I understand my Grandpa Weaver was quite the brewer in his day.   I heard that one night the kids all got quite the laughs when they heard the bottles exploding.  Grandpa didn't think it was nearly as funny.

If anyone needs any tips, just ask . . . .  but understand my techniques are all top secret . . . . get it . ..  I found it on the top shelf . . .  boo . .  hiss!