Citizens, sweet and seemly it is to overshoot the hell out of both volume and gravity when brewing a beer like this.
Scaling back, keeping things manageable, and overcoming in the face of adversity: ending 2012 with a brew day like this is highly fitting for me personally.
After a phlegm-yacking cold virus decimated the household this week, a subzero outdoor 10 gallon double decoction big lager brew day was just not in the cards for your author, physically or psychologically. But it’s the solstice, there was a raging yeast cake, and a blast of cold northern air was making the ambient basement temp an offer that a lager primary fermentation could not refuse.
So I scaled back the batch size to a kitchen stove-capable 3 gallon BIAB that would let me slug down hot tea and stay warm from dough-in to knockout. I made of MZAtor 2.0 a moveable beast.
And then either that wee little decoction, untapped alchemical power of Weyermann floor-malted Bohemian dark, a long-forgotten Mayan prophecy, straight up proto-Saxon pagan solstice power, or some combination of the above kept the post-boil wort above volume and a good 15 points north of planned OG. And for a honker of a Doppelbock, I will take it, gladly. Thank you, Wotan.
If you also brewed today: how’d it go, homies?