I put one of the latest ESBs into the fridge before I left for work yesterday and when I got home I popped the top to see ‘whatup, humaan?’ Needs another week carbonating but the taste is good. Bitter. Mmmm…
Only three weeks until time to bottle my latest Oktöberfest; then, it’s wait again. That’s the hardest part of brewing your own beer, the waiting. The only thing that you can do to lessen the pain is to brew more often. And I should. But I don’t. I spend my time working on my new project, grudgingly doing housework or lawn work, taking well deserved naps, etc. But I should brew. It isn’t like I drink a lot; Usually one maybe two beers a night if any at all, and I give a lot of the stuff away. (I dropped a sixpack by The ‘C on Willie-D for El Jefè and the other minions of the State to enjoy, some of my previous Oktöberfest – flawed as it is, they may not really notice.)
I think that this year I’m only going to brew Oktöberfest and ESB. The Year of Oktöberfest and ESB they will call it in the annals of CyberDave… not my PERSONAL anal, mind you… Wayne…
Meanwhile, I sit here, wondering. What does the new day hold? Should I finish the wash that I started last night? What’s that sound?
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