It's elderflower time again. The house smells of lemon and elderflower and we've used about a ton of sugar in one morning but if the gods of homemade stuff smile on us we should have a supply of elderflower syrup to last us the year - it freezes really well in little plastic water bottles - and some elderflower champagne.
This is a new departure for us, as we've never tried making anything alcoholic before. To be honest both Mr M and I are massive dullards who very rarely have a drink and it's always seemed a bit daunting. But the sight of Hugh F-W gamely making a dustbin of the stuff on the telly inspired us and we've been waiting for the first of the white flower heads to appear to give it a go.
When we lived in the old house we used to joke with the ex-door neighbours about making all kinds of strange and wonderful homemade hooch. The one we were always going to try was marrow rum which would certainly be as vile as it sounds but was the only sensible use for massively outgrown courgettes we could think of. After all, marrows are horrible and stuffed marrow doubly so. We had it all planned out; the garage would be an ideal place to make experimental booze as it was built like a firework factory (very thick walls, paper thin roof) so the resulting explosion would all go upwards and not flatten the town.
It never got done, but this year the ex-door neighbours have started brewing their own beer so clearly we need to keep up with them and have a go on some homebrew of some sort.
I'll let you know.
Meanwhile we're dying under a spinach glut so if anyone can suggest anything nice to do with that I'd be grateful.
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