justinh85
Well-Known Member
For getting me into this fine mess. SWMBO was really excited (note my sarcasm) when I mentioned purchasing the equipment necessary to get into AG brewing. She already gets pissy when I spent what free time we have brewing PM batches...I tried to explain to her that I was doing this for "us"
Let me give you guys a bit of insight: She doesn't like anything hoppy. I have only successfully found a couple of APA's she will drink without making a face. Other than that, she sticks to blondes, wits, hefes, and belgians. She really enjoys the high grav stuff (who doesn't?)
And so far, all I have managed to brew is APA's, IPA's and now I have a Belgian in secondary. I promised her that my next batch would be a blonde, specially for her.
Upon arriving to the LHBS, I strained to think of the ingredients I would want to toss into a blonde ale. After a few minutes, and remembering all my friends' joy at the Memorial Day party where I handed out my first batch (a badass APA that had so many mistakes I'm suprised it turned out great, let alone drinkable)....I decided to try and replicate that first batch, with the necessary fixes of course.
And now, every time I go upstairs, she asks what I'm doing. I tell her that I'm going to check the forums (I spend more time on here than a teenager on myspace/facebook). Every time I hear the inevitable sigh and her speaking under her breath with sarcasm, "not like I wanted to spend time with you."
After such a long story, I'll sum it up. I blame you guys. All of you. For piqueing my curiosity, and getting me into this hobby that turned into an obsession 2 minutes into my first batch. It's all your fault. Cheers.
Disclaimer: The blame that was passed out this evening was purely in jest, as I take complete and total responsibility for my actions. If my obsession results in the disbandment of our relationship, so be it...I'll just RDWHAHB. I doubt it will reach that point, because she doesn't refuse free beer....whether I brewed it or not.
Let me give you guys a bit of insight: She doesn't like anything hoppy. I have only successfully found a couple of APA's she will drink without making a face. Other than that, she sticks to blondes, wits, hefes, and belgians. She really enjoys the high grav stuff (who doesn't?)
And so far, all I have managed to brew is APA's, IPA's and now I have a Belgian in secondary. I promised her that my next batch would be a blonde, specially for her.
Upon arriving to the LHBS, I strained to think of the ingredients I would want to toss into a blonde ale. After a few minutes, and remembering all my friends' joy at the Memorial Day party where I handed out my first batch (a badass APA that had so many mistakes I'm suprised it turned out great, let alone drinkable)....I decided to try and replicate that first batch, with the necessary fixes of course.
And now, every time I go upstairs, she asks what I'm doing. I tell her that I'm going to check the forums (I spend more time on here than a teenager on myspace/facebook). Every time I hear the inevitable sigh and her speaking under her breath with sarcasm, "not like I wanted to spend time with you."
After such a long story, I'll sum it up. I blame you guys. All of you. For piqueing my curiosity, and getting me into this hobby that turned into an obsession 2 minutes into my first batch. It's all your fault. Cheers.
Disclaimer: The blame that was passed out this evening was purely in jest, as I take complete and total responsibility for my actions. If my obsession results in the disbandment of our relationship, so be it...I'll just RDWHAHB. I doubt it will reach that point, because she doesn't refuse free beer....whether I brewed it or not.