|First thing: clean all these!|
I came into the wedding plans with the fervor to supply all my reception's beer intake. But, thanks to MN liquor statutes, I am left with a complete glass carboy & plastic bucket army. As I get back onto my feet, here's a rundown of my exploits in stocking our home with the gift of grain:
|A busy stove.|
Our Minnesota Summer may not have been busy with brew, but it certainly got buys with severe weather. Through August, our state was outpacing Texas for tornado touchdowns! All those wailing sirens made me nostalgic & a tad nerdy about my midwest lifetime of hearing spinning, wailing sirens. I got into a project to make a recipe in tribute to the yellow civil defense Thunderbolt sirens that are rapidly being replaced. I started a recipe project, hopped with Simcoe, Summit & Centennial, and colored a matching yellow. The first batch got the color right, but I envision a louder hop profile. Thus, I'll report back when the recipe suits both my siren- & beer-nerd taste.
A forgotten Belgian Poorter from our previous Limited Edition lineup was next brewed successfully with some vintage Newport hops for bittering. Then, I stepped back into the rudimentary with an extract Tongue Splitter kit. I continued to get back to extract roots with a Saison Wheat Wine. So far, we've two gallons the extract Tongue Splitter - I think all the all-grain batches have polished the fundamental methods I learned as a beginner.
After two weeks back over the kettle, the wife & I decided our house was too empty & clean, so we began planning a Halloween party. We had already tapped kegs of porter & house beer, so we clearly needed to shuffle onwards with the brewing...
|Damn you, rye malt. |
You taste better than you sparge!
The Innkeeper is back. If the description of the kit fails to pique your interest, try doing like I did & switch out the grain bill to all-organic. I'm tentatively dubbing it "The Long-Haired Landlord". Though I, in traditional form when the kit is offered, completely forgot the Fuggles, thus forcing me to compensate with more Kent Goldings. Okay, I'll need another name than Landlord.
|A nicely clearing 22 oz. of house ale. |
This is why it's nice to have time to brew again.
Seeing as this rundown is sort of listy, I'll stir the creative pot with a question:
For you, dear brewers, which part of the brewing process is (if any) the most mystic?
To me, it's the mashing/steeping of grain. So many aromas, combined with the rising steam of scalding waters is a magical time.