I was finishing a jar of extremely hot peppers (7 pot primos) that I had fermenting on Thanksgiving day. I made a hot sauce with them and cantaloupe. I had them in a pan at a low simmer to meld the flavors. The problem was the steam coming off was potent as hell. It filled the house when everyone was arriving and coughing from the hot sauce in the air, me included. We had to open all the windows, dig out the fans to get it out of the house, freezing everyone in the process.
it was the plan, the vetting of the plan, the sign off of the plan, the execution of the plan.
so I mean yeah, just like generally the plan. I haven’t made mead since, because it represents possibly the most monumental TIFU of my entire god damned life
Fun story though!
My roommate in college brewed alcohols for a class. We came home from class to the gunshot noises happening right as we were entering the room (before, during, and after). Didn’t realize exactly what was going on until we saw the liquid from the top shelves spilling on the ground haha
