Brew days are always an adventure. Regardless of how much preparation I put in, it always seems there is some bizarre catastrophe. Forgetting ingredients or tools, boil-overs, spilling ingredients, etc., etc.
Sunday morning was no different. I had already soaked my grains for sixty minutes and had just added my dry malt extract. Out of nowhere, my floating thermometer started bobbing sideways. WTF? How is it floating sideways? I was thinking that perhaps the DME had somehow altered the buoyancy of the thermometer, so I pulled it out and put it back in the pot. Immediately it started floating sideways again. Then it dawns on me. Duh! The weight on the bottom of the thermometer must be broken. Sure enough. The damn bottom is missing. How? How the hell should I know. It was floating along nicely one second and bobbing like a dead fish the second. So, what to do, what to do. I poured the shit out is what I did. Five gallons of Fat Tire Ale clone down the sidewalk. Weee!












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