James P's Blog (3)

It starts out small, a wish for beer,

A kit and kilo, a drink is near!

In the mix the kit and sugar go,

The outcome a fate we all know.



The beer tastes soapy and a little shit,

The boys cry out says it's not a hit.

So what's next on this epic undertaking,

To get beer that is not painstaking.



We invest in the gear to start from scratch,

Mash tun and grain mill are part of the catch.

A little more bling we buy it all new,

The… Continue

I'm sitting here tonight after having had probably one more than I should have, not unusual for us ale named, lager brewed swilling Kiwis. It's Saturday night we are all drinking like the 6 o'clock swill is still here, but the difference is that tonight I have consumed beers from the home brewing and craft brewing brethren.



I think we are similar to the Camp David religious nuts of the 80's except that some of us are not trying to have sex with multiple partners (okay not all… Continue

Now I lay my grain in the tun,

I pray the day will turn out fun:

When at the end of this brew day,

Give me a ferment with no delay.



Now I add my water to the grain,

I ask the day is not in vain;

Guard the temperature at sixty-five,

Convert the sugars for yeast to thrive.



Now my grain is mashed to wort,

I hope the sparge will not get caught;

I tell you now if it does get stuck,

I’ll be screaming aloud “ah fire… Continue