(continued from Part I)
Well, today is the day. As I type this, I have three gallons of water getting ready to boil on my stove and the equipment I’m going to use today soaking in the sanitizing solution.
A weird aside: As I was adding water to my stock pot, I turned the heat on. (I was getting water from my filter two quarts at a time.) As it was heating, it started this really weird oscillation, like it was possessed. In fact, it’s still doing it. I guess the bottom of the pot is a little convex. I don’t know if it’s from having a gas stove before (this one is a sealed-surface electric) or that it hasn’t been used for cooking in a really long time. In any event, it was freaking me out.
Malt syrup is in. Getting ready to add the flavoring hops.
I was reading through my brewing journal. Apparently the last batch I did was the special batch I did for the birth of my eldest child. She was born in 2000.
Here’s how long ago it was: My notes say that my brother had to do the transfer to the secondary, because I’d had an appendectomy two days prior. I remember the appendectomy, but I don’t remember my brother transferring my beer. Is brewing beer really like riding a bicycle? Is it all going to come back to me?
While brewing, I am enjoying a Lagunitas Censored Rich Copper Ale. Pretty tasty. In his book The Complete Joy of Homebrewing
Sage advice. My children, who until fifteen minutes ago were playing together peacefully, decided to throw tantrums. While I was dealing with them my wort boiled over. What a mess.
Relax. Have a homebrew beer.
The house is starting to smell good now. Some people, even supposed beer drinkers, don’t like the smell of a cooking beer. Me, I love it.
I’d better pay attention to what I’m doing. I don’t want any other disasters. I’ll update this post if anything interesting happens.
