-somewhere in the desert
The Week draws close now; the Week of willing sequestration wherein I will eschew all social things. Responsibility will be a shadow seeking life at high noon. I shall be a veritable hermit reveling in silence and nothingness. Now, family is inviolable so my immediate relations will still have access to me. I have not yet decided how this will affect my relations with John Barleycorn at the local malty grotto. But I know I shall be in the company of beer whether by visitation of the local, rushing the growler, or my own fine home brew. Mayhaps I’ll take the time to re-examine beers I have rejected in the past. The dreaded industrial beers. Since I’ve been told these past two years that I am a “beer snob” and “self-important” and “judgmental” I feel it may be time to Star Trek my beer universe. Does “infinite diversity in infinite combinations” hold true in the vast frontier of beer?
It seems, to be sure, that home made neck oil will rule the day. At home I have two batches bottled and waiting. One is called Shistory and it is a black(ish) saison. The black pepper is unmistakable upon warming. The other beer is called Old Ben and it is a clone of Guinness Stout, without the well known nitrogen. It is slightly creamy and a little toasty and very tasty. In addition to drinking said home brewed beers I’ve got ingredients shipped for to make an additional two batches. One of those batches will be a modification of the stout mentioned above, Old Ben. Instead of using stout malt for the base I will use Rahr 2-row. I am intrigued to discover what the difference may be, however subtle. The other beer will be a Belgian blonde produced with pilsner malt and flaked barley and a Belgian yeast.