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Usually brewing is a way for me to unwind on Monday nights. Last night, for some reason, was stressful. I might even characterize it as “sucky.” Why? I think there were a few reasons, not the least of which was that I started off the night by milling the wrong grains. Joel needs to label the grains better. Sometimes when Joel writes “Carapils” it looks like “Pale 2-Row.”
So we were behind schedule from the beginning. Then Jeff’s OCD side came out and played God. Jeff was on a sanitation kick, so he was boiling everything in sight. Including my face. And arms. Thanks Jeff, for the 3rd-degree burns.
To top it all off, we don’t even have that much beer. Due to a recent Labor Day holiday, a batch of moldy IPA, and an upcoming motorcycle rally, we’re running on empty.
Fortunately, I still love brewing. I guess it was bound to happen sometime. Even my favorite activities can turn sour (or moldy). Maybe I need a beer.
P.S. Jeff and Joel, I love you!
i think you should just face facts and admit that when the immigrant labor is absent things fall apart.
Goodness. Blaming others, complaining about your fellow MNB cohorts, Jonathan you might need a nap.
Everything isn’t always peaches and cream eh!? Damn straight it isn’t. I for one am happy to hear about the good and bad here at Monday Night Brewery.
Here’s to next Monday night being a damn sight better!
Cheers!
Burns always piss me off. One night I burned my hand because I was using my immersion chiller and I looked the one end up to the hose and the other was tucked away. When I turned the hose on, the exit water started swinging around so I ran over and grabbed it…without thinking about the fact that while the water going into the immersion chiller was cold, the water coming out was HOT! Live and learn.
Burns? Been there done that…
Erlenmeyer flasks are built for heat, so I thought boiling a quart of wort in there for a starter would be a good idea. Turns out, boil-overs in a vessel of that shape are rather easy. Then, the stupidity arrived… As I saw it was about to boil over, I killed the heat, and thought that grabbing the top of the flask (with a towel, you know, for protection), would be a good idea.
Not so much. But hey, I’m told that chicks dig scars, right?