Nanny Ina's ginger beer recipe

Shirley Wedderburn, my cousin from Bloemfontein, and I were talking a few years back about how we both remember the cloudy bottles of ginger beer in the pantry on the farm.

The odd raisin in the bottles must have slipped through the muslin cloth because I can recall those plump, moist raisins with the kicker of ginger as I popped them in my mouth.

The beer was fizzy, it seemed alive, was pungent with ginger,  and quite marvellous to drink ice cold on a hot December afternoon when we came up for tea after swimming in the Modder River.

This is the recipe as Shirley remembers it.

Ina Moodie Wedderburn (nee Phillips), Dad's Mom and my Nanny Ina