So I've got this pale ale recipe that I've been trying to perfect for four brewdays. I've had a bad recipe version, an infected version and a version which fermented at too high a temperature with yukky alcoholy flavours.
This time, I was going to crack it. I built myself a fermentation fridge. I set aside a clear day, with perfect sanitisation, and slow and steady planned processes. The result tasted delicious out of the boiler.
Into a fermenter it went, and in to the fridge. At this point, I was ready for my dodgy electrical skills to cause a problem ... but no! within a .5 of a degree all the way through, and fermenting like a dream. Perfect. At this point it tastes good!
Into a secondary with some dry hops, maybe this is where it'll go wrong. Two days later, tasting better than I could have expected. This might be my best brew ever!
Tomorrow, I plan to cold crash. In preparation I nipped out to check the gravity one last time (see, being well behaved and following the processes properly). As I open the garage door, I note a black halo around my fridge . I tentatively approach, and touch the floor. Damp. Hmm, well maybe my crappy garage roof is leaking. I open the door of the fridge to find a pool of beer on the floor, and about 8 litres missing from the keg.
Moral of the story: Taps are bastards.
I've transferred to another vessel now, but only had ten minutes to do it, so I'm bound to have buggered up my sanitisation routine. On the plus side, the garage smells amazing.
This time, I was going to crack it. I built myself a fermentation fridge. I set aside a clear day, with perfect sanitisation, and slow and steady planned processes. The result tasted delicious out of the boiler.
Into a fermenter it went, and in to the fridge. At this point, I was ready for my dodgy electrical skills to cause a problem ... but no! within a .5 of a degree all the way through, and fermenting like a dream. Perfect. At this point it tastes good!
Into a secondary with some dry hops, maybe this is where it'll go wrong. Two days later, tasting better than I could have expected. This might be my best brew ever!
Tomorrow, I plan to cold crash. In preparation I nipped out to check the gravity one last time (see, being well behaved and following the processes properly). As I open the garage door, I note a black halo around my fridge . I tentatively approach, and touch the floor. Damp. Hmm, well maybe my crappy garage roof is leaking. I open the door of the fridge to find a pool of beer on the floor, and about 8 litres missing from the keg.
Moral of the story: Taps are bastards.
I've transferred to another vessel now, but only had ten minutes to do it, so I'm bound to have buggered up my sanitisation routine. On the plus side, the garage smells amazing.