Moonshine

All right, quitters. No, I'm kidding. Those were some pretty fabulous guesses (at my expense). The answer is...

I spent the afternoon making raspberry mead with the ghost of Boy! I think this step is called racking the mead. We were trying to siphon out the raspberry (aka hamburger) floaties with some contraband surgical tubing. Word on the street is, this batch might be pretty good. If all goes well in the aging department, we may be toasting the Oscar Party 2006 with a bit of the bubbly (okay, maybe not technically "the bubbly", but it's pinkish, sweet and sparkling, so split not the hairs). Cheers!