Just Call Me Daisy

The other day, I came home to find my family making moonshine. As exciting as this sounds, it may actually be one of the most unexciting things that has happened to me in Moldova.

My host-dad had set up a contraption, which I believe to be some type of still. When I came home he asked me if I wanted to try his “viskey.” At this point, my host-sister corrected him and said “vodka.” To tell the truth, when I actually tasted it, the flavor was not really reminiscent of either. Here are a few pics of the process:







I always imagined that making moonshine, would some how be like Dukes of Hazard. Turns out it is not. No General Lee, no Daisy, and no hot boys. (However, my host sister does sometimes wear a shirt with a confederate flag that says "Rebel.") It basically distills itself, so there is not much to do besides watch it drip into a jar. The most exciting thing was wondering if I would go blind or not after I tried it. Turns out I can still see (which in a way is kind of disappointing because if I had gone blind it would have made a great story).

My host-dad asked me if I had ever made “viskey” before. When I told him that it was difficult to legally make “viskey” at home in the US, he thought it was hilarious. My host dad is quite the patriot, but I could tell at that particular point in time he thought that it was even more awesome to be Moldovan than he had thought previously.