A Fifth of April

When I was a child My brothers and I found Some empty 5ths discarded and laying on the ground. We were all raised sober. To inbibe was a sin. We also saved a fortune. Who could afford the gin? But rinsed and filled with water and vanilla for some taste. We had a pocket bottle. Nothing went to waste. One day we cleaned the pantry. Gooseberry had turned to wine. I cracked the lid and smelled inside. The odor was divine. My mother was observant. It went into the trash. I learned years later that beer was made from mash. I used a beer when baking a loaf of homemade bread. I failed to follow directions, It never got a head. T