When we were growing up one of the highlights of our childhood was making homemade root beer as a family. We had the whole shebang…bottles, capping machine (back in those days there were no screw tops) and everything. After making the rootbeer and bottling it, it was stored under Mom’s and Dad’s bed and we had to wait, for what seemed like an eternity to us, for it to get its fizz before we could drink it. This is not the recipe we had as kids, but I got it from a lady in our ward. I’m sure ours was very similar. Just seeing this recipe brought back a flood of memories:)
Remembering the Best of Us
Legendary Recipes & Stories from the Kay L & Norma Lybbert Family