A bit of perspective is all I need, when I look through my new dad bleary eyes up at my crying baby (hungry? tired? dirty? cold?...nope, he's hungry... again) and, even with these big eyes staring up at me, I now can understand that life's passion won't erode, fade away. I simply look back at the guy, and grin, looking forward to the day he has the manual dexterity to hold and then turn over a bowl to make his first hop addition.
Even as I really should be hunkering down on Sunday morning for some make-up zzz's (you simply must sleep when the baby sleeps), I shot out of bed to the apartment's annoying, grating buzzer. That damn buzzer is reminisce of the most annoying sound in the world (at 0:51).
"uhhhhhh...who is that? god...what time is it?"
"its Jason...we're brewing today, remember? I'll take the baby; get more sleep...you need it"
Jason has arrived, and I haven't even set up the grain mill, never mind finished bringing up the equipment out of storage.
I walk around somewhat aimlessly, flailing and failing at my stumbling impression of preparedness. He's lugged up his big boy batch mash tun complete with its DIY copper manifold, 44 quart stainless kettle, an a prapo sample bottle of breakfast stout, and a strong 'I'm going to need some coffee before we do anything, so I can't even imagine how you feel' look on his face. Tell me about it...
At least I had made up the saison yeast blend starter, started off gassing/heating the strike water and cleared out the kitchen for a double/double brew day. These two ten gallon batches will hopefully make up for a bit of down time.
We had exchanged some texts the night before, and decided in vague generalities on the recipe, so things were definitely a bit out of order for my usual brewday. I tossed Brew Like a Monk and Farmhouse Ales at him said 'here, hold my baby', grabbed a shopping cart from the hallway, and made my way down to the storage space.
Loaded 'er up with the gear, sacks of grain (gotta love the apartment elevators), and grabbed a first sample bottle of the 2009 RIS (notes to follow in another post) to follow Jason's marginally lower abv breakfast stout.
Jason wanted something that would be generally appreciated by beer nerds and curious but as yet uninitiated alike. I wanted something that could serve as a nice foil to some Brett + bug character. We settled on a hoppy saison as the base beer...his portion to get the white labs saison yeast blend, mine to also get house bugs from the stonington sour pitched into the primary with the sacch.
A brew day + babysitting requires a brewing partner.
We swapped off getting in QT with Luc, all while keeping on the brewday's requisite schedule. Jason would rock him while I mashed in, I changed his diaper as Jason vorlaufed.
Type: All Grain
Batch Size: 10.00 gal
|Brewer: JC, Jason, Luc|
|Boil Size: 11.45 gal||Asst Brewer:|
|Boil Time: 60 min||Equipment: My Equipment|
|Taste Rating(out of 50): 35.0||Brewhouse Efficiency: 75.00|
Est Original Gravity: 1.063 SG
|Measured Original Gravity: 1.010 SG|
|Est Final Gravity: 1.012 SG||Measured Final Gravity: 1.005 SG|
|Estimated Alcohol by Vol: 6.63 %||Actual Alcohol by Vol: 0.65 %|
|Bitterness: 47.4 IBU||Calories: 43 cal/pint|
|Est Color: 4.2 SRM||Color: |
|Mash Name: Single Infusion, Light Body||Total Grain Weight: 23.00 lb|
|Sparge Water: 2.42 gal||Grain Temperature: 72.0 F|
|Sparge Temperature: 168.0 F||TunTemperature: 72.0 F|
|Adjust Temp for Equipment: FALSE||Mash PH: 5.4 PH|