After
a failed attempt to grow tomatoes some time in the 80s, my dad decided to make some green tomato wine.

Predictably, it was utterly vile, so the remainder of the bottle got tipped down the sink.

Over the years, we forgot about the other 15 bottles nestling away at the back of the under-stair cupboard. In 2005, 16 years since the aborted tomato crop, I rediscovered the abominable liquid. I uncorked a bottle to remind myself just how foul it was, just for old time's sake.

Bizarrely, it appears that age did a very good thing to this particular stuff. It had become slightly more viscous, and had an aroma and taste not dissimilar to port. It also tasted as though the alcohol content had considerably increased.

I worked my way through most of the bottles that summer, but I've kept 4 to open at later dates.
( rubberduck should only be used after consulting with your GP, Wed 14 Jan 2009, 12:58, Reply)