FLAMING CHRIST ON A STICK!!!!
My goddamn laptop has just given up on life!
That sucked beyond belief but to make it even worse... it took a semesters worth of work with it.
I now drink in its memory.
Stupid liver... take that!
My goddamn laptop has just given up on life!
That sucked beyond belief but to make it even worse... it took a semesters worth of work with it.
I now drink in its memory.
Stupid liver... take that!
Sweeeet. The Brew Club is off and running and I am psyched. Now I have to figure out that whole "being organized" thing. Not one of my strengths, thats for damn sure. But I have some good people behind me so I think this will go really well. The head chef is now helping me put together a Beer Dinner and I might even get the master brewer for Red Hook to come and speak! With graduation in May and the possibility of an externship brewing at Stone Brewery in San Diego...life is...going better than expected. 'Bout goddamn time too. 
And enough with the fuckin snow already!
And enough with the fuckin snow already!Ooooh Yeah! The Brew Club is beginning and I am excited! I get to spread the beer-love and get college credit for it!
So many young minds waiting to be saved from a life of crappy fizzy yellow water. I will be brewing with these guys (and gals) and showing them how easy it really is to make great, drinkable beer at home. And maybe some will get the passion for brewing like I did and go for a brewing apprenticeship. The most important thing to me is to help those who are going to love this, find it like I did.
I remember my first epiphany about real beer. It was when an older, wiser friend of mine dragged me into Max's on Broadway in Baltimore so many years ago. 110 beers on draft boggling my mind, countless more sitting in their bottles behind the glass beckoning me to explore them with exotic labels and colors and shapes. There was more beer than at the time, I thought needed to exist. He put a goblet (yes, a friggin goblet!) in front of me and I chugged it right away to his horror. "What?" I said. He just shook his head and called for another one. Then he patiently explained to me how to slow down and pay attention to the sensory experience. Then I had my first sip.
It was a Belgian Tripel from Allagash on draft. It might as well have been the fruit of knowledge from the Garden of Eden because then I got it. And instantly became ashamed of all the Pabst and MGD that I thought was "beer". I had never experienced a taste like this from a beer! It was complex, rich, but not heavy, and sweet baby jeebus did it have some kick(10%abv)! I was hooked.
So many more nights followed filled with friends, exploration, Imperial stouts,Double IPAs, and Belgians of all kinds. And more than few lovely hangovers that were totally worth it.
If I get one kid excited about this and discover a passion for it, that would mean more to me than all my culinary awards.
Nosdrovia.
So many young minds waiting to be saved from a life of crappy fizzy yellow water. I will be brewing with these guys (and gals) and showing them how easy it really is to make great, drinkable beer at home. And maybe some will get the passion for brewing like I did and go for a brewing apprenticeship. The most important thing to me is to help those who are going to love this, find it like I did.
I remember my first epiphany about real beer. It was when an older, wiser friend of mine dragged me into Max's on Broadway in Baltimore so many years ago. 110 beers on draft boggling my mind, countless more sitting in their bottles behind the glass beckoning me to explore them with exotic labels and colors and shapes. There was more beer than at the time, I thought needed to exist. He put a goblet (yes, a friggin goblet!) in front of me and I chugged it right away to his horror. "What?" I said. He just shook his head and called for another one. Then he patiently explained to me how to slow down and pay attention to the sensory experience. Then I had my first sip.
It was a Belgian Tripel from Allagash on draft. It might as well have been the fruit of knowledge from the Garden of Eden because then I got it. And instantly became ashamed of all the Pabst and MGD that I thought was "beer". I had never experienced a taste like this from a beer! It was complex, rich, but not heavy, and sweet baby jeebus did it have some kick(10%abv)! I was hooked.
So many more nights followed filled with friends, exploration, Imperial stouts,Double IPAs, and Belgians of all kinds. And more than few lovely hangovers that were totally worth it.
If I get one kid excited about this and discover a passion for it, that would mean more to me than all my culinary awards.
Nosdrovia.
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