It’s Fermentation Friday again and it’s also Halloween for all of you keeping score at home. Rob and Des and Pfiff! are hosting this month and the theme this time around is truly scary. We were asked to bring out our homebrewing horror stories. I am hoping we will see some tales of exploding bottles or beers growing legs and running away. Unfortunately, I don’t have those stories…but here’s my scary story.
A young homebrewer (Let’s call him John) decided he had enough beer brewing experience (Let’s call him cocky) to brew up a batch of Nut Brown Ale. He rushed through the preparation, he rushed through the boil. He rushed through chilling his wort…he rushed through it all.
You see, to him, brewing beer was something he could take casually now. He didn’t have to take his time. He could just whip up a few ingredients on the stovetop and let it sit somewhere for a few weeks and create beer magic. He was just that good.
With his nose in the air and his chest swelling, he came home one day to pop open a bottle of his Nut Brown to find…that…it…tasted…HORSEY!
YES! The taste of Equus caballus in a bottle. Sweaty, leathery, gallop-y flavors slid down his palate. His face fell pale, his hands shook. “How COULD This HAPPEN?”, he asked allowed. He retraced his steps…realizing that he may have gone through the brewing process too fast for anything good to come of it.
He let out a little sigh, thinking to himself that he could probably cook with it. Or maybe he couldn’t? WHOO HA HA HA!