Due to lack of a real name for last night’s brew, a lighter-bodied American IPA made with a bundle of our freshly harvested Cascade hops, I am going to refer to it by its code name, Hip-Hopopotamus. Just know that the Hip-Hopopotamus’s lyrics are bottomless. Here’s one of our hop additions:
In completely unrelated news, Monday Night hereby declares the next brew night Puppy Night. Hopefully Stella (the puppy in the photo below) will be coming back to frolic and eat poop. Or whatever puppies do…
We had a smidge of our Belgian-style wit on tap, but pickings were pretty lean. We’re still behind with our beer production because of the beer that got ruined when our fermentation chamber broke in September. I still allege that Joel broke it on purpose because his feelings were hurt.
And last night marked the first backyard fire of the season for Monday Night. A sure sign that winter approaches. Fortunately not even Father Winter is a match for Joel’s expert fire-building skills. I didn’t realize they taught fire-building in Girl Scouts.
Zing! But seriously Joel, where are those Thin Mints I ordered?