| Sunday, November 12, 2006 |
17:44 - Curses! My one weakness!
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"It's like salt for fruit!"
That's how I reacted upon taking possession of the remainder of the 2-ounce bag of reagent-grade citric acid that Lance had bought from the homebrewing store to make blueberry mead. Most of the bag was intact, and most of that went onto various peaches, apples, watermelon slices, and other miscellaneous items that I thought could stand to be made more sour.
The rest went into solution. It does a body good.
(Well, except for when I tried adding it to lemonade. It wouldn't dissolve all the way. I only discovered this when I got to the bottom of the glass, reached the gloppy layer of precipitated citric acid slush, and promptly found it eating holes in the roof of my mouth. Baking soda, administered rapidly, did not produce the hoped-for volcanic eruption, much to the disappointment of all present at the time.)
But that was about seven years ago. And homebrewing hasn't happened much around here since then. So the citric acid story has remained a legend among my friends and a way for me to break the ice at parties.
Until today, at Safeway, when I noticed this:
Oh really. What might be in this, do you suppose?
Oh ho!
And so it proves to be. Just like I remember it. And you know, five and a half ounces is a lot of addictive white powder.
But this is hardly a homebrewing sort of thing, right? Who has my number? Who places such temptations in my path?
Aaaahhh! Azamat, help! We must to escape!
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Brian Tiemann
