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| Roommate Eric and his Brew |
It is a heavily involved process and Eric relies on the help of friends as there is heavy lifting. It took nearly 5 hours to produce 4.5 gallons of brew to be fermented. That brew is now hiding in a closet waiting for a chance to be tasted. Unlike a conservative's only son, we will celebrate when this child comes out of the closet.
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| Emily and Kevin assisting Brewmaster Eric |
There was lots of water involved and monitoring of temperatures. There were some issues with thermometers and having one long enough to stick in the brew without boiling Eric's skin. Boiled skin would NOT be a tasty ingredient.
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| Checking the temperature for the zillionth time. |
I sat back and made silly jokes about possible names of beers. Steve-O will be in charge of designing labels and I will assist with marketing. We are totally going to make Eric's beer a star. Then again, some of the names we came up with were not family friendly, but beer isn't for the kiddos anyway. It'll be pretty epic.
I knew a couple of kids who brewed back in Ohio, but there are way more home brewers in Oregon it seems. Beer, wine and coffee are just HUGE out here. People here have grown up around hops. I grew up around weeds. When I say I like things like PBR or Miller...it's because that's what I "grew up" with after the age of 21. It's what people drink in the Midwest as they do not have access to the microbrews out here in Oregon. So yes, I get a little defensive when someone looks down upon the Pibber. It's more than a taste. It's the feeling I get when I drink it. It reminds me when I was dirt poor and couldn't afford anything else. It reminds me of the silly Crawford Street parties with flip cup. It's the memories that Miller brewing in Trenton, Ohio have instilled in me. It may not taste the greatest and beer snobs may turn their nose up to it, but if I want to be nostalgic, I'm gonna have a Pibber.
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