I rarely blog about the same beer twice, but lately I have found myself drinking a few of Lighthouse’s good Jackline Rhubarb Grisette and reminiscing about last year’s consumption. So to celebrate this flashback, here are a couple of photos from this afternoon’s snack of beer, cheese, and apple.
In the summer of 2015, Gavin and I graduated from extract beer kits to “all grain” kits. Except that this kit still had some liquidy extract type stuff… But it also had some whole grains and some crushed grains that we had to “steep to convert” by placing them in a bag, submerging in warm water, and allowing for the enzymes to turn into sugars. We also had to add certain hops at certain times during the boil to release certain flavours. Certainly.
When it was all said and done, we had made a batch of “all grain” wheat beer. When we transferred the beer into the secondary, we added 10 pounds of sour cherries that we had previously picked and then froze in the North Okanagan. Continue Reading
About a month after I had put the airlock on my jug of rhubarb wine, what was once a furious bubble had become less than one bubble per 3 minutes. I took that as a sign that the bottling stage was not far away.
Happy Beltane/Beltain/Bealtaine and May Day to everyone! Last night, to celebrate the beginning of Beltane, we had a small bonfire near the treehouse in our gully. We drank beer, roasted smokies, popped popcorn, listened to the creek chuckle away, and then headed inside after dark to listen to a couple of tunes. As Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull would say,
“Have you ever stood in the April wood and called the new year in?
While the phantoms of three thousand years fly as the dead leaves spin?
There’s a snap in the grass behind your feet and a tap upon your shoulder.
And the thin wind crawls along your neck it’s just the old gods getting older.
And the kestral drops like a fall of shot and the red cloud hanging high
come a Beltane.”
We also shared my last bottle of Geen Kriek, which was a cherry flavoured wheat beer that Gavin and I made back in late 2012. We named it Geen Kriek because the cherries we used came from my Dad’s cousin, a certain Mr. Geen, and “geen” happens to be the Dutch word for “no” or “none”, so paired with the Dutch word for cherry beer, “kriek”, we had a delightfully punny name. I had wondered if it would still taste any good, but in fact it was the best tasting bottle yet; I suppose even homebrew made by two inexperienced youth can get better with age!
This past Wednesday at UVic I attended Beerology, hosted by the Scientific Method, and held in the Vertigo room of the SUB. This was not a new event, for I seem to remember seeing posters last year, but this was the first time that I had ever attended! There were six local breweries in attendance, one cidery from up island, one brewery from Vancouver, and one promotional booth for the second edition of Joe Wiebe’s Craft Beer Revolution. They all had about three or four creations for sampling, and owing to the social nature of my attendance, and the relatively small for tasting notes 4oz glasses, I opted to drink rather than think too much at the event. Despite my lack of tasting notes, I did keep a list of all that I tried, and some general observations were made.
One of my all time favourite Belgian beers, this beer is also one of the first Belgian’s that I ever tried. I remember sharing a bottle with my uncle and my father as we sat on the dock at my grandparents, watching Terrace Mountain burn to a crisp in the summer of 2009. Shortly after that I went off to Belgium for my exchange, armed with the knowledge that there was at least one beer I would enjoy in my new land; as it turned out, there were many!
Date a boy who drinks. Date a boy who spends his money on fine alcohol instead of cars, who decorates his house with empty bottles instead of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit posters. Date a boy who has a list of beers he has tried, and a list of beers he aspires to try.
Find a boy who drinks. Not one who drinks ten Budweiser every Friday night, but one who tries a new beer every time he visits the craft beer section of the specialty liquor store. He’s the one who spends half an hour browsing in the liquor store, only to buy one beer. You see that weird guy asking for his whisky neat, and then having to explain to the sports bar waitress what that means? He’s the one you want. He can’t resist analysing the nose of the cheap whisky he just ordered.