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!