Making Beer: our third batch!

After a great deal of preparation, and delay, we started our third batch of beer. We decided to go for a wheat beer, and ordered the authentic Weihenstephan yeast from the oldest functioning brewery in the world, in Freising. We also ordered some actual wheat, and only discovered a few days before brewing that we wouldn’t be able to use it (due to complicated brewerly reasons using the words “mash” and “sparge”). We scrambled to find some replacement spray malt. With everything underway, it all went smoothly. I missed getting pictures of the last part of the brewing after cooling the wort, which included splitting the wort into two buckets, adding the fancy yeast and adding water to make a ton of beer. The next few days were tense, however, as the yeast was slow to start doing its thing. We eventually decided to add more yeast (of a different strain) to one of the buckets, as the yeast must have died during the long stay in the fridge during our vacation in Portugal. Sad sad.

Ruby and C aren’t really getting ready for anything but mischeif, but Chris seems to be reading more in the book and Johannes is opening the cans of malt. We used 3 cans and some spray malt: a double batch!

There’s definitely more beer than girl in this picture.

I wonder why the heating element shows up blue with the camera, when it looks red to us?

CANNED MALT?

crosses self

If you weren’t the only sister I had, I’d disown you for a week or two.

GOD.

But….I suppose in norway one does what one can.

Jesus…canned malt syrup….

Please tell me you didn’t use hop pellets.

My twin glass fermenting carboys (munin and huggin) shudder.

/Best. Hobby. EVER.

The trains have been very popular lately. C will actually invite Ruby to do this work with him. They work pretty well together, though Ruby doesn’t always share C’s creative vision.

We move it next to the sink, to hook the wort cooler up to the faucet to cool down the wort.

We can never get a good seal, and the water always spurts everywhere.

I can’t seem to resist taking steamy pictures.