“… utepils simply means any beer enjoyed outside, at any time of the year, but it is true that the first one of the season is a much anticipated ritual.”
– h/t An enthusiast’s lexicon
“… utepils simply means any beer enjoyed outside, at any time of the year, but it is true that the first one of the season is a much anticipated ritual.”
– h/t An enthusiast’s lexicon
Baby, if you ever wondered – wondered whatever became of me, I’m living on the air in Cincinnati.
Just kidding, I’m carbonating.
It was a lucky ale with EXP 5256; and though the beer was rather flat, I still had a draft. I took this photograph.
So I was in Austin for a Master Brewers Association of the Americas conference, and in between seminars I went to some places … great city for beer and barbecue, and I have photographic proof.
Or, Need a Bigger Boat Bitter.
Happy new year, citizens.
I am not big on resolutions – when I make a to-do list, I like to include items that I’ve already completed so I can start crossing things off right away and bask in the glow of my own incredible efficiency – but I do believe in the importance of intentionality and not waiting for things to happen all by themselves. So, with that in mind, here are my brewing resolutions for the 363 days to come:
I’d love to hear what you guys have planned for your fermentors and kegs this year.
Truth in advertising – deep down, I really only truly love a fruit beer if it’s also sour or wild or Brett-influenced, something more than just a fruit beer. That’s just the way Crom made me.
Which isn’t to say I can’t appreciate a well-made straight-ahead fruit beer, but, sour or not, I do feel that the fruit should reflect the beer’s provenance – the fruit adds another layer of reality to beer as an agrarian product and an extension of its time, people, and place.
Every great meadmaker I’ve ever met, from Ken Schramm to Curt Stock, has espoused the use of high quality, local fruit when making melomel, and that philosophy translates very well when brewing sour and wild ales.
With all that out of the way, this, then, is the story of what happened to the B portion of Basecamp Sour 2012. Continue reading