[Thread] Did I ever tell you about the time I had too much cider?
I ordered a couple of boxes from the amazing cideronline.com
They'll send you like 40 pints of really great strong dry cloudy scrumpy cider that's non-fizzy for about fifty quid. In a big box like a wine-box only bigger and more cidery.
Perfect. I've had a couple delivered a few times.
This one time, instead of two arriving, only one did.
When I emailed and asked why, they said the shipping company reckoned one was damaged. And because they're great, they immediately had another sent out.
Then the next day, the second box arrived after all.
And after the weekend, the third one they sent out as a replacement.
I pay for the third box too coz that's only fair frankly. I would have bought it eventually anyway.
But now I have too much cider. Won't fit in their space on top of the fridge.
But that's okay.
Until it wakes me up one morning.
Strong dry cloudy scrumpy cider is a living thing, it breathes, and the bag inside the box has some kind of double-lining presumably to account for this. And the outer one is swelling. The bag is expanding, and the box is stretching, and the tape holding the box closed is losing it's grip.
Making it click, click, click, every few seconds. Threatening to burst.
Fearing it might explode, or leak, I move them away from all electrical equipment.
I open the most noisy box to give it room to expand.
The bag is busting out of the box, and its fluid and sloshing and it might fall to the floor, so I have to kind of tape it into the box.
I drain what I can into the flagons that I happen to have stored. But the gas in these bags is way more volumous than the cider I'm drinking, and the bags in all three are expanding more quickly than I can drink.
For weeks, every bottle of juice or squash I empty, I wash out and immediately fill with cider. I'd open the taps every morning to let out the built-up gas, but the gas is mostly in the second-lining somehow, and the bags are heavy and can't be easily manipulated. If it's possible to bubble the gas towards the tap somehow then I can't figure out how.
But it still wasn't enough and these things were clearly going to burst.
Eventually I decide to do a controlled demolition. These outer-skins are going to need to be pierced. I'm unsure how the fluid-dynamics and pressure is going to pan out, but it feels less likely to burst explosively with a pin-prick now than just waiting until nature takes it course and wakes me up with a wet cider bang in the middle of the night.
So it all worked out in the end.
I drank too much cider a few times during the period when I had too much cider, often enough that I've drunk it all now.
So I'm going to order some more.
Maybe only one box at a time from now on.
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