The Gravity of Craft Beer

Like reverberations of the punk scene that are still being plucked.

Craft beer.

Slow food.

Etsy. Ravelry.

Like knitters who purl stitch and ride turtles while wearing beer hats and listening to ambient grooves. Like flies and candy. Or babies and honey. Or rabies and stray dogs. Things are getting mixed up. People are making things.

What's interesting is that the beer equivalent of the slow stitch doesn't seem to have much stigma. In fact, quite the opposite.

Important Facts About Yeast

My first introduction to home brew was via my friend Will's bathtub.

I guess that isn't entirely accurate. According to Will, my first introduction to his homebrew (notably consumed after a cocktail of generic beer, red wine, and hard liqour) was a memorable one. At least for him. As any seasoned drinker knows, balanced consumption has a tendency to tip over when combined with enthusiastic inexperience and a hedonistic world view, all of which inevitably lead to at least 40% post-consumer regret, so to speak.

Fortunately for me, I'd already forgotten about that unhappy incident and have managed to minimize my post-consumer regret to at least %5 on a regular drinking day. Ah, wisdom.

Anyway. Back to the bathtub.

Pro Drinking

You: "I thought you said you wanted to be a professional beer taster."
Me:   "I was only kidding. I just want to be a professional drunk."

I'm new-ish to the world of home brew. I don't really brew so much as enjoy the company of inebriated oglers who sit around in our driveway enjoying various forms of liquid courage while the men stir things into a turkey fryer and masticate their stogies.

So far, my participation has been limited mostly to routine imbibing and offering the occasional unsolicited criticism. I'm a critical part of the operation, clearly.