Let’s see if I remember how to do this.
It’s getting late in the season to be fermenting lagers during cold weather, but it’s none too early to get some lagers ready to share at HBC in PDX, so I’m out getting dripped on by icicles and skidding across hard water at the bottom of puddles, turning out a couple pale ones.
Puffed red rice is a pretty interesting grain – gelatinized in its purplish-red husk, it’s got a really pronounced toasty flavor; it reminds me a bit of Vienna malt, but stripped of the underlying richer, breadier character of barley. I’ve used it at low rates in Belgian ales, but was apparently waiting for an excuse to try it at higher proportions in an adjunct lager:
Red Rice Lager
Target OG: 1.040
- 66.7% Rahr 2-row
- 33.3% Puffed Red Rice
- Sacch’ at 150°F
- Mashout at 170°F
- Target (10.1% aa, pellet) @ 60′ to 19 IBU
- S-189 at 55°F
I really should have got off my ass and sourced some Mexican or St. Louis-style yeast for this batch, but S-189 will attenuate the daylights out of this wort and that’s the main thing – plus, entrez nous, it felt great to just brew this beer at all.
2017 was a crazy year – I had the privilege and opportunity to write a book on a subject I love, and I had to put down my dog just a couple weeks before it was published. It was sudden – cancer, and a pretty immediate goodbye. It was bittersweet.
Anyway, the book happened, and I’m very glad it did. Out of deference to my publisher, I won’t reprint the full rundown of the second batch here because it was created for the book, but I will tell you that the Festbier looked like this on brew day:
Target OG: 1.055
- 90% Weyermann Barke® Pilsner
- 7.5% Weyermann Munich I
- 2.5% Weyermann CaraHell
- German Select (3.2% aa, pellet) @ first wort and 20′ to a total of 25 IBU
- 34/70 at 55°F
That dog would drink, or at least attempt to drink, literally any alcoholic beverage, up to and including mulled red wine, resposado tequila, and Islay single malts; I assume she would have enthusiastically sampled this beer, but it’s beyond safe to say she’d have been ecstatic just to hang out with some wort production going on in the background.
Full carboys, citizens.