treehouse
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I was thinking the other day while cleaning up after a particularly taxing and messy batch, "Wouldn't it be nice to have a servant come in and take over all the cleaning chores". It would go something like this.
My assistant, James, would be a dignified Englishman like somebody from Upstairs Downstairs who spoke with a slight Scottish brogue. He would be dressed in a dark suit with a clean white appron. He would have an amazing head of white hair. While I brewed away, he would quietly compliment me on my technique and skill. "Lovely way you stir that wort sir. Just lovely". "Thank you James. Now could you pass me that glass of "Treehouse's Incredibly Tasty Bitter". "Very Good sir".
After I was done brewing, I would signal to James that it was time for him to clean up the pots, pans, counters, instruments, etc. "James you can take over now. I'm going to step out on the veranda and drink a Wee Heavy. Carry on". "Very good sir".
Later, I would find a spotless kitchen and all the brew equipment sparkling clean, organized and stored away. "Thank you James. You may now retire. Oh, and here, have one of my prize winning homebrews for your troubles". "Excellent sir. Excellent. More than enough compensation sir."
After I awoke from this dream, I went downstairs and found sticky pots, dried grain stuck to the walls, many empties of "Treehouse's Sorta Good Ale" and the smell of hops and boiled grain in the air. "James?" I called. "Where are you James?" "James......."
My assistant, James, would be a dignified Englishman like somebody from Upstairs Downstairs who spoke with a slight Scottish brogue. He would be dressed in a dark suit with a clean white appron. He would have an amazing head of white hair. While I brewed away, he would quietly compliment me on my technique and skill. "Lovely way you stir that wort sir. Just lovely". "Thank you James. Now could you pass me that glass of "Treehouse's Incredibly Tasty Bitter". "Very Good sir".
After I was done brewing, I would signal to James that it was time for him to clean up the pots, pans, counters, instruments, etc. "James you can take over now. I'm going to step out on the veranda and drink a Wee Heavy. Carry on". "Very good sir".
Later, I would find a spotless kitchen and all the brew equipment sparkling clean, organized and stored away. "Thank you James. You may now retire. Oh, and here, have one of my prize winning homebrews for your troubles". "Excellent sir. Excellent. More than enough compensation sir."
After I awoke from this dream, I went downstairs and found sticky pots, dried grain stuck to the walls, many empties of "Treehouse's Sorta Good Ale" and the smell of hops and boiled grain in the air. "James?" I called. "Where are you James?" "James......."
