A cauldron of liquid gold gurgled and hissed on the stove.
Spread across the kitchen table were a bowl of hops, an assortment of bottle caps and a bag of malt.
It was 5 am and we’d been at it since I got home from work at 1.
Adam and I: Brewing beer, throwing darts and eating wasabi flavor peas. Great memories with a great friend.
Memories of college speed trips to hole-in-the-wall brewing supply shops, then all-night brewing sessions in G-Vegas;
Of brewing beer when it was still science, long before it was cool;
Of being banned from brewing at home after falling asleep with a batch on the stove;
Of being the beer tester and mead tester for more batches of home-brew than I can remember;
For me to be able to stand on my soap box and say that I’ve yet to taste a bad carboy of beer;
Which reminds me of the foot locker in college where sacred bottles of mead were stashed;
And of popping corks with great fanfare during random visits of family and friends!
Sending a virtual toast to my best pal Adam. I am dedicating this celebration of beer to you!