What I learned about the University of Richmond brewing ‘class.’ I was never in a ‘program.’ Maybe, I will explain how the worst brewer in Norfolk assaulted me in a parking lot. The University of Richmond who I found doesn’t care about student safety didn’t care. It’s ok. His best brewing comes out of a…
When you jiggle it, the bubbles rise …
The brewery was a cacophony of cheerful noise: clinking glasses, hearty laughter, and the distant hum of the fermentation tanks. Leo, the new assistant brewer, watched as the head brewer, an old man named Silas, carefully filled a pint from the tap. Silas held the glass up to the light, a satisfied smile on his…
Red, Rye, Return – Hit the Mark / Round The Mark series set.
One shipment got mixed up, one did not, so we have a set! If you’re familiar with regattas, when you hit a mark, you do a 720, then continue on course. If you clear the mark no harm, no foul. Red, Rye, Return (Hit the Mark) – 2 Row pale malt, Red Wheat, Rye Malt,…
Suds and Duds!
Duds :: Jack Tar, the First of his Name – determined that this one was a dud. It’s a shake down cruise. Break off the rust, turn to on the cleaning, don’t skip process steps. Clean, clean, clean. Wait, wait, wait. Drinkable, but definitely not shareable. I’d rate it a 2 out of 5, for…
Construction, and a pile of gear.
Have the call in to the electrician … researching the coolbot … I think we’re going to get a lot done over the winter.
Garage Beer
In honor of tomorrow’s brew … (an attempt at a pre-Prohibition Lager (27A)) … I saw this at the local grocery tonight. Garage Beer – Beer flavored beer. Delivered as advertised. A super tasty light American lager. Made me want to go out and get my lawnmower running. If you like a light American Lager,…
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Beer Recipe – Pre-Prohibition Lager possibly
Jack Tar, the First of his Name.
Beer Recipe British Brown Ale
Is the water warm enough? Shall we begin?
Brewery built? Yes. Construction complete? No. Recipe purchased? Yes. Gear cleaned and prepped? Yes. Wendy? Yes Lisa?
Exploring Norfolk’s Ale Tales: The Tide’s Taproom Journey
The salt tang from the Elizabeth River was strong. It always seemed to carry a hint of something else in Norfolk, a faint, yeasty whisper that seasoned the air. For old Captain Silas, it was the ghost of countless barrels of ale brought ashore by weary sailors. For younger folks like Elara, it was the…