If God wanted us Sober he'd knock the glass over

I completely forgot to post about the fact that my roommate and I are making wine. Blackberry wine, with berries we got dirty and sticky and sweaty picking, braving spider bites and sunburns to collect them all. OK, it's not that bad and I actually love picking berries with all my soul. It's almost a compulsion at this point. So, two weeks ago I was in the kitchen doing this:


Fun, yes? I was enjoying myself immensely.

yum yum. At this point, it's just berries. We added yeast plus sugar water and let it sit in that big pot for a week then a week ago we put more sugar water in it and put it in this:

A Carlo Rossi jug donated by my boyfriend (aint he sweet?) There it shall stay until this saturday when much is to be done. The wine will move back to the pot shortly, the jug will be cleaned, the wine will be put back in the jug, more water will have sugar added to it, and it will be poured in and then we will wait for an unspecified time until it stops fermenting. I'm excited. I can't stop staring at it. I'm completely fascinated. Oh yeah, we used this recipe for the wine