Su-mac you in the face.

I charge my mom's camera in the office, you know where the computer is, because that makes sense. Every once in a while though, my mom will find it there and move it to an undisclosed location (the vanity) in her bedroom because, "the outlet in the office is loose." Um, i call bull shit there mom, it sure isn't. Anyway i can always find the charger, but the camera itself is unquestionably in a different place every time. And it's like, I'm trying to write a blog here. Oh the moments i miss! And like, this blog for example could have been posted like 3 days ago, but i couldn't find the camera/was dead yesterday. So i'm like, "Hey, are you hiding the camera from me?" and she's all, "No, i'm 'putting it away.'" Okay.

The other day we went into a clothing store and they were playing Savage Garden, which way to fuck up my life, store because my mom was like, "Oh, i forgot about Savage Garden!" and basically we've been listening to it constantly since then. So today i 'put her CD away.' HA! Don't worry, she'll find it again... one day!

So Sumac Ale. A few weeks ago my boss gave me some Sumac, and was like, "Use this!" Then i was browsing through Strong Waters and low and behold, there it is. So i figure why not? Anyway it calls for a muslin bag to strain it through cause there really tight knit. The only muslin bag i have is this huge wine filter thing my mom bought for me because my beer wasn't filtered, and they want to give it to people who i guess care about that. This is not how you should filter beer because it needs to be in contact with air as little as possible, but she shelled out 20 bucks for the thing, so i figured i'd humor the woman. Anyway i boiled it to clean it, and all this residue shit came off it and i was like, no dice. I don't want shit beer, sorry.

So anyway the only thing i can find that's tight enough is the baker's couche (no pun) so that's what i used. Put sumac in couche:


Tie with string. Boil for an hour:


Drop down to room temp, then mix in malt.

The weird thing is my work has called me maybe 5 times in my history of working there, and my boss totally called me right in the middle of this and was like, "What are you making?" and i was like, "Funny you should ask..." and she was like, "Duh, i have a sixth sense for all things Arab," (not a direct quote). Coincidence? i think so.

Put in fermenter with airlock and add to your pile of beverages now fermenting the shit out of your parent's kitchen counter (this doesn't even include the ones in the basement):


It's the one on the right. I think my parents are happy that i'm doing things with my life, so they're afraid to tell me to stop, but my dad's lately been like, "Hey, so when's that beer cellar gonna be ready?" Hopefully soon Dad, hopefully soon.