Though I may never make wine as good as the neighbor who first taught me, there is still something unsparingly pleasant about sipping even the simplest of homemade wine. Though I drink Pinot Noir from concentrate brewed in gallon jugs from early this fall that could not hold a candle to his temperature controlled three demic fermentation system, I will enjoy every sip and the moments in between, pausing in my back yard looking toward the northern sky and listening to the sounds of the bay. If there is any DIY worth doing it is home brewing of any kind. Whatever it is you brew, its so simple that you just have to do it. I first brewed a clone of a local IPA. My next choice would be a real wheat beer, or even a really dark ale. I’ve met people who have brewed the overabundance of plums from their yard’s fruit bearing tree. I’ve met more people with excuses who want to home brew than I have those who actually do.