Day 26: yum. Today’s mash smelled like banana bread for some reason.
Day 25: in the background. The background noise of bottling day is filled with clanks, clatters, whirring and the occasional crash
Day 24: what I do. I tend this brewhouse and go up and down those 4 steps what feels like a few …
Day 23: this is mine. Goggles and gloves.
Day 21: grow. Trying to coax expired Escarpment Labs Wild Thing yeast to grow.
Day 20: something white. Inspecting bottles against a bank of white leds. Not sure if I’m Shirley or Laverne today.
Day 19: shape. There is really only one shape on bottling day.
Day 18: today. Today’s packaging run is not operating within acceptable parameters.
Day 17: bag. Bags of specialty malt as far as the eye can see.
Day 16: music. It’s a very discordant song when all three pumps are going – two high pitched fluctuating whines and some …
Day 12: leaf. Once upon a time, this slurry used to be lush green hops.
Day 11: in my fridge. We’re slowly filling up the post holiday emptiness.