Guess what came in the mail this weekend? The 210K BTU burner we ordered last February! Yes, you heard correct, last February. There were various complications with our order including a deceased homebrew shop owner, unreturned phone calls, and large periods of time between us remembering we’d actually ordered a burner. And we can’t wait
We’ve been brewing for over 2 years now. And we’ve been brewing on Monday nights, when time is limited. It used to take us 6.5-7 hours to brew a 10 gallon all-grain batch, including cleanup, kegging/bottling and any transferring. Now we can do the same amount of work in 4.5-5 hours. And that includes moving
Last night marked the last Monday we’ll be brewing for at least a month. Little baby Teddy should be popping out soon, so we’re taking a maternity leave of sorts. Nonetheless, last night was a great time. We had a lot of new people. We had a fire. We had snow. We used hot water
You know the worst part about brewing in sub-40 degree temperatures? Having to stick your hand in cold buckets of water/sanitizer/cleanser. Whenever possible I try to trick Joel into doing this for me. The conversation usually goes something like this: Me: “Hey Joel, I accidentally dropped a new My Little Pony doll into that bucket
Tonight we brew! We’re excited to be brewing a revised version of our Belgian Dubbel, which is getting closer to where we want it. That is to say, closer to “extremely delicious.” We should also have stout, scotch ale and IPA all on tap. At least until one or all of the kegs run out.
We’re going to try a little something new here at MNB. It’s called empowerment. Jeff, being the unwieldy CEO, isn’t too keen on the idea, but he doesn’t know how to delete blog posts. So here’s the drill. If you want to write something about MNB or your experience at MNB, shoot me an email.
Shattered glass. Precarious halfway-closed garage door. The ridicule of his peers. These are the things Jeff had to deal with after breaking his garage door beyond his technical abilities while trying to fix his garage door. Ironic? Yes. But still a little sad, in a pitiful sort of way. Nonetheless, Jeff kept a clear head,
Yes, yes, we know. You’ve been sitting at your computer for 48 hours now, wondering how brewing went Monday. “Were they close to their final gravity?” Yes. 1.068 on a targeted 1.069. “Did anything get blown up?” Yes. The last shred of our respect for Joel, who didn’t show up due to a little itty
Yes, after taking no days off for the holidays, we’re back at it. This week we’re going to play around a little bit with a new beer ? something similar to the Highland Gaelic Ale. This beer is one of Jeff’s all-time favorites. In fact, if you’re ever looking for a boring, one-sided conversation with
Last night was definitely the coldest weather we’ve brewed in. Cleaning was particularly problematic, as our implements started to freeze as we were scrubbing them. (That’s what she said.) I don’t remember what I actually said last night, but I do remember my internal monologue: “Dear God Dear God Dear God.” And I also remember
Wow. So it was cold outside this morning. My tongue almost froze to my steering wheel. Nonetheless, we will be brewing tonight. Joel is out of town on a mysterious last-minute “business trip,” which means we expect things to run very smoothly this evening. Tonight we’re brewing another batch of our bourbon oak stout. The
Last night was unseasonably warm, so any of you no-shows whining about the cold better sack up. We brewed a revised (beefed-up) version of our scotch ale last night. We also had some on tap, which was good, but perhaps not as full-bodied as we’re shooting for. This was also the first week for our
After taking a week off to let Jeff and Joel’s fragile bodies heal, we’re ready to brew another batch of our scotch ale tonight. “But it might be too cold,” you’re thinking. To which I respond, “We will have a crackling fire on the deck. Man up.” Or maybe you’re thinking, “But I don’t really
Rarely do we call off brewing on Monday nights. Unfortunately, both Jeff and Joel are sick, so tomorrow is going to have to be one of those nights. I would like to point out, however, how frail both of them are compared to me, pinnacle of health. It really makes me second-guess going into business
Last night we gave our milk stout a second swing after underpitching the yeast in our batch a couple of weeks ago. It was no walk in the park – the obstacles facing our attempt were numerous and horrific. No oats. Low propane. Frigid cold. Malfunctioning fermentation chamber. And most dire, Joel alone at the
Our first milk stout didn’t take to fermentation like it should… Probably because Jeff told Joel to drain the yeast before it was done working. But I don’t want to get into a “he-said, he said” type of situation. Come on by tonight to witness history in the making. The second time around.
Fun was had by all. It wasn’t the greatest of nights, and people brought their own beer (we did have about 2 gallons of pumpkin ale on tap), but we brewed through it. I don’t have pictures yet, so please enjoy these pictures from last week and pretend that they were taken last night. The
First, the good news. Despite it being the Monday before Thanksgiving, we will be brewing tonight. Some people may argue that this isn’t “good news,” but “great news.” I don’t want to talk semantics. We’ll be brewing up another batch of our Eye Patch Ale. Now the bad news. We may or may not have
Tonight we’re brewing our very first milk stout. Some of you may be wondering what a milk stout is. Well, according to Wikipedia, the end-all and be-all of brewing knowledge (note sarcasm): Milk stout (also called sweet stout or cream stout) is a stout containing lactose, a sugar derived from milk. Because lactose is unfermentable
Last night’s brewing went really well. But I didn’t have to tell you that. You could have surmised as much from the professionalism with which we carry ourselves in all things that we do. We brewed up another batch of our Drafty Kilt Scotch Ale, and hit our target gravity on the nose. You know
Taken, of course, from the classic George Costanza line about the jerk store. But in this case cleverly twisted to fit our purposes, brewing beer. We’ve been getting lots of whiny requests *cough Colin cough* for more Drafty Kilt Scotch Ale. And indeed it is time to brew another batch. Join us tonight at Jeff’s