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Homebrewing is all the rage right now amongst white
people, so I thought I’d get involved bottomshelf style and make a little
pruno; AKA prison hooch; AKA toilet wine.
Seeing as how pruno is typically made in prison it’s not that popular
amongst white people, because we don’t go to jail, unless we’re poor. Pruno
might not be beer per se, but I’m trying to find the bottom of the bottomshelf
and I’ve heard pruno described as a “vomit flavored wine cooler” so it probably
comes pretty fucking close.
In prison you can’t go down to the liquor store
and get a can of fermented hops and barley courtesy of the G. Heileman Brewingcompany, so you have to make your booze yourself. Only you probably can’t get hops and wheat so
you have to ferment whatever is at hand.
Personally I used 6 oranges, a can of fruit cocktail, ketchup, half a
lid of Tang, some moldy bread, and a plastic bag. I didn’t ferment the bag but I thought I’d
mention it because you’ll need one of those too.
First thing I did was peel off the stickers from
the oranges. My brother says the
stickers are edible, and I do realize we’re making a drink in which one of the
key ingredients is moldy bread. Still,
the thought of drinking something with a bunch of stickers floating in it
disgusts me. Then you put the oranges in
your plastic bag, bucket, or whatever and mash the shit out of them. If oranges aren’t available you can use
apples, tomatoes, or just about any produce.
I’ve heard of people using potatoes or milk, but both of those greatly
increase your odds of getting the shits.
Plus they sound disgusting.
Then you add a can of fruit cocktail, and moldy
bread. Brewers’ yeast is sure as shit
contraband in prison so the moldy bread acts as source of yeast to consume the
oranges, fruit cocktail, and/or what-have-you and turn it into alcohol. Most recipes recommend stuffing the moldy
bread in a sock so you don’t have to drink moldy bread, which is an admittedly
sound idea considering the person who thought of it wasn’t smart enough to stay
out of jail. I shouldn't talk though, I gave the sock a squeeze to get the last bit pruno and a bunch of brown liquid squirted out and infected the rest of the batch with gross brownness.
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Once you have everything in the bag you accelerate the fermentation process by
mashing it all up real good and running your bag of garbage under a hot tap or
putting it on the radiator. When you get
done heating it wrap the whole thing in a bedsheet or towel to trap the heat
and incubate your concoction. A couple
of day later I added the half lid of Tang and couple of squirts of
ketchup. Why ketchup? I have no idea. Every pruno recipe I found contains ketchup
so ketchup it is then. I ran it under a
hot tap and started playing the waiting game.
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Most recipes say the process takes a little over a
week. For me it took at least a whole
week longer. During that time be sure to
periodically reheat the bag and let out the gasses that build up during the
fermentation process. When the gas
build-up started to slow down I filtered that shit through an old T-shirt and gave
it a taste test. I have to say…not
bad. I don’t really taste the alcohol,
but at this point in my life I only notice the taste of alcohol in an abstract
way. I’m 90% sure there’s alcohol in
straight whiskey but I’d be hard pressed to explain how I came to that
conclusion. It mostly tastes like a
primitive mimosa, something a caveman would drink at brunch with his
sabertoothed bacon and dinosaur eggs.
This is nowhere near as bad as a lot of the stuff I’ve ended up drinking
during my research.
I did not see that coming at all. I expected to find the bottom of the
bottomshelf, and the pruno I made wasn’t that bad. If I’m being honest though I have to say that
fresh produce and other ingredients, when acquired legally, cost more way than
it should to get drunk especially when you factor in time. Time is one of the few things that isn’t
scarce in prison, hence the phrase “doin’ time.” In the real world it’s not really worth the
effort. All that being said, prison
sounds a lot less bad than it did before, plus it would give me a chance to
show off my full torso swastika tattoo.
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