OCB Conference end-of-day shenanigans
My last day at Brunswick. My inner child is apparently a 12-year-old boy, because I found this hilarious.
I never regret getting outside.
There’s nothing quite like the joy of finding ice cream you forgot you bought, especially when you’re having one of those days.
A broken shock mount on the Mazda means getting a few last chilly rides to work on Hildegarde.
Helping out at Muddy York today. It reminded me that brewing can be, and should be, fun. And reinforced that production brewing …
Dammit. Ready to leave early when I remembered that I did not put the lemon zest in the whirlpool.
How Alex and Garth looked after removing a few hundred kilos of the wrong malt from the hopper. Note: I did not …
Under the 300s.
what graining out looks like on a 6hl system.
I received this from Split Rail, with all the best things from Manitoulin Island. Words fail to convey how awesome this is.
This is what happens when cheap plastic glasses fall off your face and into the half full kettle.