Me: Whoa! Corncob wine!
Snook: That’s disgusting.
Me: I think you mean AWESOME. It’s like moonshine! You should make me some!
Snook: I don’t think so.
Me: No, you should! And then we could serve it to somebody who really likes wine, like your brother-in-law Chris, and try to get him to guess what it was!
Snook: And he’d wonder why we were giving him a glass of horrifying sludge.
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Comments
3 responses to “Corncob Wine”
My sympathies are with the Snook on this one!
I’m sure you could also make and alcoholic beverage from a pair of old socks but I’m not going to make that either.
Turning corn into corncob wine = a bizarre and disgusting perversion. Turning corn into corn mash, and the cornmash into bourbon = now you’re talking.