After preschool the next day, I took my son to the local distilling supply store. We browsed the colorful rows of spice bins, inhaling the earthy aromas of fermentable grains. He dropped some small fruit candies into our basket, alongside my packets of yeast, charcoal and clearing solution. We admired the selection of shiny stills and chose a silver, idiot-proof model that looked like a Thermos coffee dispenser and cost $250. We named it Robot.
To the naysayers who will inevitably argue that no responsible mother would engage her preschooler in the craft of making hooch, I say…I see your point. But I believe that any activity we enjoy with our children has value.
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