We then handed back our "Adventurer" cards, hugged the middle of the road with a string of turnkey festa brews for a few years while we made kids and subscribed to the hollow promises of responsibility the workdays offered up.
Late last week I hit my "enough goddammit " moment and impulse bought a giant bag of grain, a few bags of hops (which my kid ripped the labels off of and I may have gotten backwards for timing during the boil), and pitched a Belgian saison to hopefully work up something close to a 6.2 percent chance of success, if not alcohol.
I did an exhaustive amount of research and got myself super educated on equipment by nearly finishing all 3 BIAB YouTube videos I could load in the parking lot at Kent and got a 48quart aluminum pot that held the mash nearly as well as my dreams.
Looking forward to improving. My goal is to get a good schooling, have fun failing, and eventually get to a point where I can talk seriously about doing a lambic, nod on with notions of a Flemish red, and kriek -geek out with the best of em. And by best I mean whatever subset of try-hards are out there.
