Talk:Makgeolli/@comment-184.5.204.99-20130221171246

When I was about 10 years old I got into some makoli that my mother was making. It had not fermented enough and was sweet. She had it in  the  kitchen area of the house and was making it to help the village celebrate my father's birthday. When she returned home she saw that my face was beet red and chased me around the courtyard with a stick