is naturally prohibitive. On record, fore-shot distillate has never blinded, killed, or sickened anyone, it just tastes bad.
== Warnings ==
*In the unlikely event someone may accidentally drink the spirits you produce, do not use aluminum tubing or pots in this process.
*A pressure cooker can be dangerous. This author recommends using a "turkey cooker" deep-fat fryer with the lid clamped down, instead.
*Using a yeast other than High Quality Brewer's Yeast will produce some amount of methanol, which will lead to illness, blindness, or death.
*Brewing moonshine is legal in the USA, but you must have a permit and pay taxes on it.
*Do not drink this product, use it for experimental purposes only.
== Things You'll Need ==
*Pressure cooker
*5 feet 1/4" copper tubing
*Clean bucket with cover
*Cheese cloth or an old, clean white t-shirt
*Cornmeal
*Sugar
*Yeast
“Well that sounds like just the ticket for what we need to acquire us a little herd and if you got some extra sugar I got a bunch of feed corn we can grind up for the meal needed.” Jeb said as his eyes sparkled and he gleefully rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
“We got the sugar you will need; however, the whiskey you will be distilling will taste different than ours so maybe we can play with pricing on different batches.” Dennis said thinking of al the different types of drinking alcohol he could tweak out of the two stills.
“Liquor is hard money, as long its safe to drink and don’t taste entirely awful I can move it.” Jeb stated confidently while taking a big swig of white lighting from his cup.
“Kind of grows on ya don’t it?” Suzy said smiling as she took a tiny sip out of her drink...
“Sure enough does” Jeb replied and Margo concurred that this stuff wasn’t half bad if you watered it down enough.
“Oatmeal beats no meal.” Dennis declared using one of his southern euphemisms that meant a bit of something was worth more than a whole lot of nothing.
“You said a mouthful there.” Margo replied.
“I tell you what, when we get done here I will see what the folks on my road might be willing to contribute towards having a steady supply of beef. I know everyone would pay highly for that privilege but how much cash they got on hand is another story.” Jeb said rubbing the beard stubble on his chin.
“Why don’t you let them contribute some Bernie bucks?” Suzy asked Dennis while smiling knowingly she had a great suggestion.
“What the hell is Bernie Bucks?’ Floyd asked forgetting he didn’t want anymore attention drawn his way today by speaking up.
“She is referring to a fictional banking system setup by an old man in the books of the Prepper Trilogy. Just might work though, basically you get script you can trade for value. One Bernie Buck equals one hour of labor or they can be purchased by barter. Say someone over there doesn’t have any Fed Dollars to contribute but can cut wood or offer some chicken eggs to the cause. I might be willing to back some Bernie bucks in silver or maybe cut a deal with him to deliver eggs to me if I put up the cash for him. It’s a community currency of sorts.” Dennis explained.
“Damn sounds far too complicated. How do you set the value of things like that gallon of whiskey? I am damn sure not working 50 hours doing whatever for one jug of hooch.” Floyd said adamantly.
“Not yet you won’t, but you might just consider it later!” Charles said smirking at Floyds known love of the stuff.
“Well that’s where the horse trading and bartering comes in “Top Side”. Dennis said referring to an old navy term of first man on deck when something interesting was going on.
“Maybe you could sell the stuff at a profit if you diluted it 20%. Maybe I give you the local’s price or I tell you I will give you 5 gallons of hooch for finishing building my deck etc. We get into all that later; right now