Last October, I started some mead, with a vague notion of holiday gifts (the recipe said it took about two months). But the holidays came and went. Today, I finally got it bottled—well, put into jars. It turned out to be the perfect thing for a bleak, snowy February afternoon.
Not only is it delicious, it took the dreary February light coming through my kitchen window and turned it into October sunshine.
I pretty much followed this recipe: Ancient Orange Cinnamon & Clove Mead (well, except for the two month part).