Pilgarlic
Well-Known Member
So, with four full fermentors ready for bottling, I go over my handlebars at 18mph and break my wrist. Dad's visiting, so I enlist his support. He's a bit of a klutz, and when we get to the point where we have 86 bottles on the counter with caps on ready to be crimped, I'm nervous. Starts out soooooo tentative and awkward, but once he thinks he gets the hang of it it's like he's dancing with that capper, and it's not a waltz, but a boogaloo. No bottles broken; nothing spilled. Wish me luck... two more batches to bottle tomorrow!