Originally Posted by Cape Brewing
... but NO NO... I'll find ANOTHER weekend to host all sorts of brewers AND keep the barrel at my place because God knows we can't affect PTN's precious Pink Zin... all so YOUR little schedule doesn't get inconvenienced.
Why IS it that EVERY SINGLE time I talk to you I flash to this visual?
OK, listen up, Fruit of my Loins. I'm only going to say this once. Awww crap, who am I kidding? We both know you rode the short bus for your entire life and leaving the house without a helmet is not in your best intrests. I'll be repeating myself on this subject too. Here goes, I'll go real slow so you can keep up...
I don't know where you came up with the idea that we were talking about the beer equivalant of Barry Bonds. Maybe cause I was near San Fransisco? I don' know? But just because it is in a freakin' barrel doesn't mean it needs to strip the paint off cars. The Consecration that started this conversation is much closer to a Flanders Red than it is to the freakin' HGH injected Belgian Arnold the Govornator beer that you seem to want to make.
Did you go by Yankee and buy a bottle of the Duchess like I told you to? If you did, imagine that same beer after a year in a wine barrel.
Oh, wait, did you have to stay home and change diapers? Oh well, you gotta do what you gotta do. It's ok! I get it. I remember how you fought your mother and I about potty training. Remember your Aunt Barbara's wedding? No, of course you don't, because you absolutely refused to go to the bathroom before getting in the limo and you dropped the "Duece of all Dueces" in your brand new suit trousers standing there on the stairs of St Flo's. Oh ,I'm sorry I brought up that couch moment of yours. Really, you weren't responsible for Monsignor Cotter keeling over dead right then. It didn't have anything to do with that cloud of toxic waste drifting out from your knickers. Really! He was wicked old. He was probably going to die anyways.
So we can do this. Together! We can! We can make a decent, tasty, BALANCED beer. Together. Really we can! Just let go. Trust me. Trust your Daddy. It's like that time up at Winnapasaukee. Just close your eyes and jump off the off the dock. I'm standing there in waist deep water and I'll catch you. And if your Uncle Mark tosses me a Bud Light just as you get airborne, this time I'll ignore it. I promise! I can resist the siren call of St Louis. And after all, you were only without air for 5 minutes. It's not like it you went to go visit the Monsignor in heaven or sumptin...
So to get back on topic. No, we're not talking about making the Governator Beer. If you want some bulked up steroid freak to rock your world just keep hanging out in the back room at the Ramrod. I'm looking to make good beer. The only sentence in this thread that is relevant is the one where I told you to go try the Duchess. Do that then get back to me.