A long time ago, in a life far, far away, I worked in a brewery. So I can respect that these guys are not only passionate about their craft, but a little uptight about having an audience around while they do their thing. Matt however, was gracious enough to allow us to witness, up front, the age-old, and hours-long, process of turning grain into beer. With only the gentle warning that loss of limbs may occur should anyone, adult or child, get in the way. (Kidding, mostly!)
And since I not only value our friendship, but also my life, I'm not sharing a brewing recipe here. Just a few snapshots of our day as brewer-sidekicks. Enjoy.
There's a whole lot of heating and mixing. Waiting and measuring. A little more mixing and heating...and a bit more waiting...
And in those waiting times, a few mimosas...
An impromptu yoga session with Jamie...
Some general fun...
As you do.
And...a bit more measuring, and dig this: the old Vorlauf. Which sounds rather like an evil wizard or mad scientist. Which I guess sort of fits our Matt. My understanding of that oh-so-perfect word is that he's circulating the brew through the grain, allowing those grains to form a sediment, which filters out the cloudiness and impurities. (Hope I got that correct, despite a possible couple of mimosas at that point.)
What with all the alchemy, the witchy cauldron-stirring, the bubbling steamy brew, and mad wizardry going on...you pretty much know this stuff is going to be good.
What a day.
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