Finally getting around to this.  I’ve been a little busy preparing to close down the house here in Honesdale, while dealing with the day to day.  Anyway.

In the Sahel of West Africa (Niger, Mali, Burkina Faso, Senegal), the women prepare a drink from ginger root called gingembre (ginger in French); delicious, stimulating and maybe, depending on the strength, eye popping  Our family loves it so I decided to make a batch for Easter.  We’re not in France and I didn’t want to disappoint ourselves and the food with a sweetened, fruity, “wine” from some of our States who have convinced themselves that wine can be made anywhere, including Pennsylvania, because of those handy dandy grape concentrate pouches.  Cringe.

I sliced up about 6 “hands” of ginger, skin on, then chopped them in the food processor. Actually, next time I will grate them.  I think that’s more authentic but I was lazy…