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Friday, July 20, 2012
Mini Explosions In The Country
Sandie at Chatty Crone had a nice entry about Coca Cola. It made me think of the time my Mama made root beer. I have no idea where she got the recipe. It was in the '40's and we lived out in the boonies with no electricity, so therefore no refrigerator and no where to buy ice. None of that discoraged my Mama. She made quite a few bottles of root beer. I can't remember how she capped it, wish I could. She put it on the north side of the house in what I think is called a pie safe except it was homemade. A tall like cabinet with shelves and screen on the front. It could be as cool as possible with the screen but any stray varmits couldn't get inside. One day we started hearing like explosions. Guess the root beer got too hot. Oh well without ice I don't think it would have tasted too good.
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Funny how things bring back memories. Do you like to put vanilla ice cream in the root beer? YUM! sandie
That is a funny story. Made me remember my best friend back in high school. Her mom would make Birch Beer down in the basement. It tasted so-oo good.
that's too funny!
even here inside our house last summer, it got so hot, apparently, on the upper shelves that a pop can my husband was keeping as a collectible popped and fizzed over. :)
That's a very interesting story. It reminds me of when I was about ten years old in California. Our neighbor made homemade beer and had the bottles in his kitchen. A few hours later they all exploded and it completely ruined his ceiling.
We had friends that made home made beer. They had a mess in their basement and beer every where but in the bottles.
Sweet memories. I remember the folks making root beer lots of times when we were growing up. Never, did we get pop out of the store. It was a waste of money, they'd say, with 9 kids to please, so they made it.
It was pretty good too but the best part was always the rootbeer floats with homemade ice cream. Yum.
Thanks for the sweet memory.
BlessYaPaula and thanks for stoppin'
Aren't some memories so good you don't want to forget.
What great memories. Too bad it exploded. I bet it was good stuff!
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