Not a Lush, Promise

I seem to be in a pattern here where I talk about something alcoholic every Friday. I haven't actually been planning it that way. But then, of course, that makes it seem like I'm a raging alcoholic who structures my week around what drink I will have on a Friday. And that is most assuredly not the case. Nevertheless, I am compelled to talk about alcohol once again today, because yesterday we tried the elderflower champagne.

I will first address the issue of calling it "champagne." It wasn't bubbly. But that may have been my fault. I was supposed to leave the bottle cap slightly loose so the pressure wouldn't build up too much, causing the cap to explode off the bottle. (Though I was tempted to do this, because I thought it would be fun.) There were bubbles when I bottled it up. But there aren't any now. So. I guess I left the cap too loose and the bubbles all got away. Whoopsy.

But how did it taste? Surprising. When I strained it and bottled it last week, it tasted a bit like hard lemonade. But now it's really pretty dry. Not pucker-your-mouth dry, there's still some residual sweetness, but it's more like chardonnay or something. And the lemon flavor wasn't as pronounced as it had been, although there is a little acidity to it still.

You'll be happy to know I did not taste any notes of cat piss in its bouquet.

A. actually really liked it. I thought it was okay. The MiL was not terribly impressed, although she was polite, as always.

I only had a sip last night, so I'll have to taste it further to determine if it's something I would make again. It is a worthwhile experiment, though, if you have access to elderberry flowers. It's easy and cheap to make.

Have a fabulous weekend, duckies!