Last night I brewed my first beer with Bob. In the dark.
It’s a mild, and because we embrace irony we’re calling this low gravity beer Blackout Mild.
You see, right as the wort started to boil, the lights went out all over Echo Park. We had to do the rest by the light of two stubby little candles. Originally Bob had suggested we call the beer 28 Days Later Mild because he had devised the process to last the month-long duration of my trip here.
You don’t think about light until you have to do without it. The yellow candlelight shifted the shadows of the normally bright kitchen, and the neighborhood cat kept coming in and jumping beside me, startling me. Worrying over the steaming wort I felt like a witch at her cauldron.
Later we started freaking ourselves out saying it was the 28 Days Later Mild, whispering, “Turn out the light!” lest the infected find us. And, why yes, we were drinking Bob’s home brew at the time, a delicious American Pale Ale. Thanks for asking.
We woke up this morning to electricity and the joy of a bubbling air lock. Glory to the micro-organism!