I have a secret in my basement, and we have come to fear this secret.
Last year during apple season I was tired of all the usual apple things, and I got this idea in my head that I was going to learn how to make hard cider from scratch.
Except I didn’t properly add the airlock on the big pickle tub for the fermentation process. So I never knew when the fermenting subsided, or if it worked, or if tons of air got in and contaminated it. I decided to leave it a bit longer to ferment just to be sure whether it worked or not.
Then I forgot about it.
And it’s been more than a year.
And now I am afraid to open it.
So there it sits, at the bottom of the basement stairs, silently judging me. Adam won’t touch it, either.
I’m pretty sure it’s going to come for me in the night. It’s just biding it’s time.