Bottling of the beer

Last night we decided to go ahead and bottle our beer. It was pretty exciting to take the lid off our fermentation bucket.

Looks like an open septic tank, don’t you think? But, the smell was pure heaven which is the complete opposite of a septic tank.

We siphoned the beer out of the bucket into our bottling bucket taking care not to get too much of that sediment.

We now have a tube for our hydrometer so we could actually take a measurement of final gravity, but since we have no clue about our original gravity, we’re not exactly sure how much alcohol is in our beer. We were shooting for 4.6% so it shouldn’t be too far off that. I’m sorry this picture is for crap. There was so much junk on the counter (tubing, brushes, who knows what) and the better-half was doing something with the siphon so he was in the way too. I just hopped around hoping for a shot.

Our dishwasher has a sanitizing function so I sent 24 bottles through a cycle. Here are some cooling a bit before we bottled:

Then we bottled. I was in charge of filling the bottles–I kneeled on the kitchen floor for so long it was like Grandma getting up when we were done. The better-half used the capper and I think our bottles look pretty darn good. Notice our supervisor:

In everything I’ve read, you are supposed to taste your beer at this point so we took some out of the bottom of our bucket and drank some of what we put in our hydrometer flask. It had no carbonation, but it tasted pretty damn good. The carbonation will happen as the bottles sit for two more weeks. We made up a batch of priming sugar using this tool for guidance.

We’ve heard horror stories of bottles exploding during this portion of the process so the case of beer is sitting in the guest bathtub with a towel over the top. I’m sure we’ll be fine as I left a good amount of headroom in each bottle. But it’s our first time so we’re being cautious.

We’re going to duplicate this beer tomorrow afternoon and use our new glass carboy for fermentation. We’ll get to see what the beer is doing this time. The better-half will get bragging rights as brewer of that batch. We are very curious to taste the differences in the batches. The new batch will not have frozen yeast and we’ll be able to measure our gravities this time. We’ll see what a difference those two things make.

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Music, Friends, Food (not in that order)

We went to the Lyle Lovett concert last night with some friends. But, first we met at Pasture and I finally had a burger there. Sweet Molly it was divine. I don’t eat many hamburgers these days so when I order one I expect it to really hit the burger spot. It did. I highly recommend it and the bartender at Pasture remains a genius. Seriously, she is so darn good.

Lyle is touring with his acoustic band. And, this guy was awesome:

This guy was also amazing:

There was also a bassist and a drummer. Good solid playing but no solos.

And, I was so happy to hear Lyle sing this song after so many years:

Now for the freaky facts:
First saw Lyle perform in 1993
Saw him again in 2003
Saw him last night in 2013

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All The Cats

This is what happens when you don’t fix the broken screen or the broken screen door and it rains. You’ll notice they are sleeping on the screen they pulled INTO the porch.

From Left to Right…Whiner (he is Lucy’s brother), Lil’ Mama (the cat formerly known as Shy One), The Wuve (after VT’s radio station), Baby (who is the oldest feral) and Corky (we met her when she was very young and very unstable on her feet and we are horrible people). And, of course, Simon.

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About the beer

We’re a week out from our brewing session and I’m finally resting easy. You see we got home from the homebrew store and I threw the hops and the yeast into the freezer. Yes, I threw the yeast package into the freezer. I was sure I had killed the yeast (the hops were supposed to go in there). The better-half said the overall cost of all the ingredients was negligible so why not try making the beer anyway. The voice of reason.

So, we heated up some water and steeped the grains:

It’s basically like letting a tea bag steep. See how dark the water got from having the grains in there:

You add a bunch more water and then reheat to a specific temperature. After the magic temperature is reached, you add the malt which is the syrup that adds some flavor and gives your yeast something to eat:

And, what would beer be without hops? Gross. That’s what. We used two different hops that went into the brew at different times. And, by the way, these are hop pellets.

We cooled the wort (pronounced wert) so that the poor yeast could go in and not die (for sure) in a fiery bath. The blue bucket had some bricks in the bottom so the cook pot had something to sit on and let water get underneath it and then we threw in a bag of ice and some water. When the pot melted the ice, we added the gazillion ice packs we have in the freezer.

We waited less than an hour to get to the appropriate temperature. And then I pitched the yeast:

She who pitches the yeast is the brewer. I am a brewer of beer!

We strained out all the spent hops and whatever other stuff that didn’t need to be in the beer:

Looks tasty, doesn’t it? It smelled good.

The strained beer went into a brewing bucket and we attached the airlock. We moved the bucket into the house because the ideal temperature for fermentation is in the upper 60s. Since Mother Nature refuses to believe that it is May and we should have consistent temperatures in the 70s by now, we knew leaving the bucket in the garage wasn’t a good idea (Mother Nature you are a cruel mistress this spring). All week I have talked to my beer and the yeast specifically. Who freezes yeast?

Our batch of beer was 2.5 gallons. Our bucket is 6.5 gallons. Basically most people brew 5 gallon batches, but we wanted to start off small and end up with 24 bottles of beer for our first batch. What I’m saying is we have a lot of headroom in our bucket for CO2 to build up. Last night we got home from dinner with friends and sat down near the bucket. The airlock was burping. Halleluiah I did not kill the yeast.

airlock burp video

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Tired of cleaning up

You should know cleaning out the litter box is the 3rd thing I do every weekday morning. This step in my morning process comes shortly after 6am. It’s good to start off everyday with something gross, don’t you think?

This week I had to pick a turd off the floor more than once. Simon needs to quit kicking it out of the box as he manically tries to cover. There was a huge hairball on Tuesday. The better-half rushed out on the porch to chase a not ours feral off the porch which caused an our feral to squirt out diarrhea all over one of the screen panels. Guess who cleaned it up? Guess. You have one choice.

Then there was the vomit on the porch floor another day. And, as I was vacuuming this evening, I came across a huge puddle of dried vomit on the dining room rug.

Whatever hits the floor this weekend is NOT my responsibility.

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Too polite?

As you know, I can be a smart-mouthed jerk. Usually I keep my manners in mind and I really try hard to be as pleasant as possible when I’m at work or in public. Really. Sometimes I’m not successful and people close to me have often said, “thanks for saying what I was thinking”.

With that said, today was my first day at work as an employee and not as a consultant/contractor. Folks were nice about it, although, they’ve worked with me for three months so there wasn’t much fanfare. I have a ton of paperwork to go through tonight so our benefits can kick in ASAP. The thing that has stuck in my craw today is the contracting company.

I know we were never friends and the whole point was for me to get a job and for them to get paid. But, when I emailed the three people I’ve dealt with on this contract my final time sheet and a quick thank you, the response was completely underwhelming. I maintained my professionalism, but screw them.

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Coming Soon

We are going to brew our first beer tomorrow. Shooting for a summer ale. Details to follow.

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On The Way Home

Here’s a diagram so you know what I’m talking about. It’s not drawn to scale, but it does look a lot like a wine bottle, don’t you think?

There’s a stretch of road that sort of guides you into one lane and if you don’t stop at the gas station just down from the spot pictured above, then I consider you local. Because there is NO reason to go this way unless you are someone coming off the highway to buy gas or you are someone who lives out here in BFE. Being local means you know the frigging deal with this stretch of road.

I’m tooling along and realize the dump truck is Mr. Lee. I don’t actually know Mr. Lee but he lives not too far from our house and I’m frequently behind him as we both head home. He drives the dump truck like a race car driver. He doesn’t screw around. And, he keeps a very clean truck so there’s never, in the 10+ years I’ve been behind him, any thought of something flying up or out and cracking you in the windshield. He’s cool.

Now, you’ll notice in the above diagram there’s a Camry marked as Cow. This is because she started speeding up to crowd me out of being able to merge over into the lane. I DO NOT care about being behind Mr. Lee as I’ve said. But, apparently, Cow is a cow because she was busy speeding up to cut me off and FAILED to notice that she’d be behind a dump truck. At the last possible minute, she starts that “oh I didn’t mean to speed up, you go ahead and get in between me and that dump truck” crap. FUG no, Cow. You wanted to be ahead of me. Go right ahead. So I slowed way down and let Cow go ahead, pretty as you please.

Heh, heh, heh. That poor woman had no idea what hit her. A dump truck that flies around corners and a passive-aggressive maniac behind her making sure she keeps pace with the NASCAR dump truck. Because, if you are too damn dumb to see a red dump truck in front of you, then you get sandwiched between fast drivers and you SUCK it.

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Who is in there?

We saw the first swallowtail of the season (Virginia’s state bug) and went out to investigate.

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Specifically, we wanted to know if it came out of the above. Nope, that little package is still wrapped up. And, the swallowtail evaded the camera.

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Don’t Want To Know

I have two big training sessions that I’m leading coming up in the next few weeks. And, by that, I mean my rooms are capped at 100 people and the registration is still open because we’re only like 60-70% full at this point (I stopped looking at the number earlier today). Sweet Jesus. I’ve never trained that many people all at once. In one week, I’ll talk to 200 or more people. I can go a month or more and not do that, easily.

One day I’m leading the training for an hour and then immediately (like in minutes) turning around to be the wing-(wo)man for my co-worker. He has a training of about 10-20 in the room right after mine. He’ll be my wing-man so both of us are holy-cowing it right now. The bummer is that we finish mine, start his and at some point say around 2 or 3 we can eat lunch/take a bathroom break.

I’m sure it will be fine. And, it is one way to welcome in my first week as a real employee. Yep, that’s right. I’ll be converting over on May 1st instead of June 1st. Additional background checks are going on now. Wheeeeee!

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