Decided to brew an IPA this week, sampled my bourbon barrel stout, delabled some bottles from Superbowl festivities and caught myself wishing my life away hoping February 17th would come faster so I can RDWHAHB. I'm waiting for my English Brown Ale to condition and reach it's yummiest. It's my...
Did I forget to mention that I've reached final gravity? Considering all of the variables involved in the process (not the least of which is that' I'm a complete n00b) I'm coloring myself one lucky gal!
It's true-I'm part awesome on my father's side.