A little more time
Just a little more time, I’m thinking.
One thing I am plearning here is patience.
Or, at least I am trying to learn patience.
There is a slow and logical order for making things here, and I am trying to follow directions.
During one of the barrel nights with my Rat Pack, I opened the topic for the night and told them of the great progress I have with my home brewing. I even invited them over to the garage the following day to witness the event. Topic flew after each topic and little did we know, the bar we went drinking at was about to close.
You see, being friends with the Rat Pack is such a blessing. I have known these guys since kindergarten. Their parents were my parent’s friends and my grandparents were friends of their grandparents, too. We come from a long line of drinkers. I mean alcohol lovers. Uhm, social drinkers? Occasional drinkers? I’m not getting straight here. We drink when there is an occasion.
I reminded my friends about driving on our way out the bar, which has this funny door sign that says Walk in from the left door swing and Pass out on the right door swing. Hangovers were pretty bad for these guys so they came by when I had finished boiling and cooling my Barley, Hops, and Wort.
They found me rinsing my fermenter. I began pouring my cooled Wort into the clean fermenter and started to pitch the yeast. With everything in place, I told them that I have to wait for 2 or 3 more days for the yeast to go wild and crazy.
That’s it? The Rat Pack chorused and started to leave the kitchen, but not before hoarding handfuls of Mom’s cookies from the jar.