So we mead again…

((no, I’m not sorry))

So, we didn’t make root beer when my Moma came.  And then life happened and we got sidetracked and now it’s July!  So what have we been doing?  Well, making mead, of course.  We made a floral mead last weekend and then finally made our new root beers this weekend!Last weekend we had actually planned to make all the mead.  Himself was off three days for the holiday weekend and we had all the ingredients for what we wanted to make.  But somehow we managed to get to Monday evening without putting the honey on to caramelize, so we stuck to the floral mead.  We made one gallon with 2 ½ pounds of honey (which is halfway between my usual 11% mead and his usual 14% mead) and a tea made of 1 part hibiscus, 2 parts heather, and one part lavender.  It’s a beautiful combination of a tea that kind of tastes like burying your nose in a bouquet of flowers and is a beautiful rich purple color.  I really wish I had a picture to post for y’all, but I didn’t take into account the fact that honey is golden brown, so when you add that much honey…..well, it turned brown.

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Sometimes mead fails

We decided we wanted to try an “experimental” mead – we wanted to see what we could do with alcohol content, flavors, and a method we’d read about.  And somewhere between 9% alcohol, adding additional honey, and possible cold crashing, we’ve utterly stalled.  That’s the bad news.  The good news – we’ve definitely found how we want to make our next root beer with these bouchets!

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Dream Girl

Pretty eyes & pretty smile,
She charms everyone in the room.
Soft & sweet or bold & sassy,
She knows their eyes are on her, too.

Then she turns those eyes to me,
Cheeks go pink & breathing catches.
It takes only that to push her back,
To dark delights & satisfaction.

Flushing skin & pretty thighs,
She surrenders all to me there.
Courageous pet or teasing temptress,
I torment her with tender love and care.

But for now  with all eyes on her,
Blushing cheeks & squirming shy,
She takes the place where she belongs,
In my heart & by my side.

This Man of Mine

I love the way he moves,
With sunlight in his hair,
Sometimes awkward,
Often arrogant,
I read his mood there.

His laughter carries joy,
That rolls and frolics so free.
Foolish and wicked and bright,
Deep and warm with delight,
I love to wrap it around me.

I love the way his eyes shine,
A brown so dark and warm.
With hints of gold,
And sometimes green,
Their depths keep me safe from harm.

He tends my spirit with gentle hands,
And gives me room to shine.
In my weakest times,
In all my glories,
I love this man of mine.

Welcome 2021

Welcome to the new year.  I’ve kind of juggled what I wanted to say looking back or looking forward.  And then, you know…*gestures vaguely at fascism*  I spend time and energy doing what I can, but if I try to put some of that here, I’m very afraid that it will only sap the energy I have tried to save for this space.  I’ve enjoyed getting back into my writing at the end of this year and exploring the things I want to explore here.  So, as important as the madness that’s happening in our country and around the world, I’m not going to talk about that. Continue reading “Welcome 2021”

What Dominance means to me

As a reminder, always check the category and tags if there are subjects you aren’t interested in reading.  This ended up being a much harder topic to put into words for me.  I struggled with how to say this for a few days, writing and revising and deleting and starting over.  It’s hard to talk about yourself and how you do things without occasionally sounding self-congratulatory, and I hope I managed to avoid that.  Because I am not superior to anyone and my way of doing things isn’t the best or right way.  There is no singular right way, only the way that is right for you and your relationship. Continue reading “What Dominance means to me”

A quick mead update

We decided to bottle some more mead this weekend. The Riva Wata cleared so beautifully, though the spices came through a little more strongly now that it has. But it looks gorgeous. The traditional didn’t clear but it still tastes so good. We ended up stirring up some of the sediment on the Riva Wata, so we combined the remains of the two gallons and we’ll bottle the last of that some time this week. We ended with 4 (750ml) wine bottles of Riva Wata and 2 wine bottles of the traditional, and 3 1L grogs of Wata and 2 1L grogs of traditional. We’ll be racking the last of the Riva Wata into a 1L grog when we do that.

So we’ve got the bochets going – and going strong! – and the experimental brew that we’re still not sure what’s going on.  I’m thinking we’re going to pitch some yeast in it the next time we pull it out.  But we’ll check the specific gravity to see if it’s changed before we do.  I don’t think it has, though.  We will see a little activity on it, and then nothing.  I’m very much afraid that our packet of yeast was a bust – we’ve heard a lot of really good stuff about Lalvin 71B, so it’s not the yeast as a whole that’s bad.  If we do pitch more yeast, we’ll be going with our current favorite, Lalvin K1V-1116.  We really appreciate how quickly it kicks up action and how it smooths out (so far).  Really looking forward to it.

That’s all for now, darlings!

My journey to Dominance (mildly NSFW)

If you’ve been here for a while, you’ve watched me struggle through a lot of highs and lows in my life.  I carried an idea of who I was supposed to be and what I was supposed to do as a woman and a wife.  And through a series of pretty horrible events, I lost my chance to be what I thought I was supposed to be.  That carried over to how I interacted with the BDSM community and the role I tried to fill there.  As with before, if you’re not interested in this topic, feel free to skip.  We’ll see you next time.  Today’s topic will touch on some NSFW (not safe for work – sexual content ahead). Continue reading “My journey to Dominance (mildly NSFW)”

A little mead time

As promised, it’s time for a mead post!  On Sunday we spent 7 hours, off and on, playing with mead.  Actual work time was probably closer to 3 hours, but in that time we bottled a mead, racked two meads for clearing off, experimented with getting a mead going again (stalled) and started two new batches of mead.  At current we have three meads fermenting, two clearing off, and three in the bottle. Continue reading “A little mead time”