Life and Times at Cranberry Lake

This blog is about the life, wild and otherwise, in this immediate area of Northeast Pennsylvania. I hope you can join me and hopefully realize and value that common bond we share with all living things... from the insect, spider, to the birds and the bears... as well as that part of our spirit that wishes to be wild and free.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

"BURSTING BEER."

I remember when my mom used to make root beer and store it in the cellar of the house in North Woburn Massachusetts.  I also remember the bottles bursting sometimes.  But I haven't given this a thought for years until this morning.  We were getting ready to go out for our usual Sunday breakfast, a rhythm picked up from our old habitual Church going.  [We now have our own church, Church of the Open Sky... in other words, our woods.  And believe me it preaches the neatest and most profound sermons, but that's a story for my other blog philosophicmeanderings.blogspot.com which I only started.  This blog has a lighter flavor... which is a good synonym.]  As we were locking up getting ready to leave, and my husband was near the back door, almost next to the refrigerator, where we keep the extra beer and soda one of the beer bottles simply BURST!  Sudsy beer sloshed about the base of the refrig' and began to spread across the kitchen tile.  The surprise had us stationary and speechless... Then we sprang into action, first sweeping the tide of suds and glass fragments in a dustpan, disposing it in the sink to catch the fragments, then getting a "doggie" towel we keep for wet dogs, dirty paws, and spills to sop up the rest.

We would vacuum later, and went off to breakfast, but wondered.  "Why did that happen?"  There was another bottle just like it which I carefully placed in the refrigerator in case it was ready to blow as well.  We discussed this phenomena and agreed it was good we were still home, as we'd have thought the dogs were clowning around and made it happen.  It just proved to us that these things just happen sometimes.  Though we have A/C and hadn't jostled the bottles, we guess that one bottle had fermented to the point where it just couldn't take it anymore.  [I sometimes hold things in and they make me feel like bursting also... Hmm.   Guess I should blow off steam so I don't ferment too much].