Let me preface this by saying that I am ordinarily as cool as a cucumber. My other hobby is cycling. Two years ago, while doing a charity ride for a children's hospital, some d*****bag stole my bike. My friends were mesmerized by how calm I was about the whole thing. Anyway ...
So today is Good Friday. Office closed an hour and a half early, SWMBO is doing something with her dad, so, damn right, I'm brewing (making ohiobrewtus's Hoegaarden clone). I planned it all out, just like every other brewday - did my mash calcs, wrote up a to-do list of temps, additions, etc. pre-heated the mash tun, etc. and I'm all ready to go.
Okay, so where's the thermometer? Seriously, where's the thermometer? Go****mit! Where's the f***ing thermometer!!!!
Man, I stomped around the kitchen for 1/2 hour opening and forcefully slamming every cabinet where the thermometer could possibly be. Then I sat down on the floor opened up a homebrew (an amber - thanks to Yooper for the recipe!) and thought and thought. As I R'd, DW'd, and H'd a HB, lo, and behold, it was in my starsan bucket.
Perhaps I should have spent Good Friday in church praying for patience. Anyway, meltdown averted.
Any other stories of brewers losing their minds on brewday when a critical piece of equipment goes AWOL? Seriously - I'm feeling like a dumb@ss right now. Tell me I'm not alone.
So today is Good Friday. Office closed an hour and a half early, SWMBO is doing something with her dad, so, damn right, I'm brewing (making ohiobrewtus's Hoegaarden clone). I planned it all out, just like every other brewday - did my mash calcs, wrote up a to-do list of temps, additions, etc. pre-heated the mash tun, etc. and I'm all ready to go.
Okay, so where's the thermometer? Seriously, where's the thermometer? Go****mit! Where's the f***ing thermometer!!!!
Man, I stomped around the kitchen for 1/2 hour opening and forcefully slamming every cabinet where the thermometer could possibly be. Then I sat down on the floor opened up a homebrew (an amber - thanks to Yooper for the recipe!) and thought and thought. As I R'd, DW'd, and H'd a HB, lo, and behold, it was in my starsan bucket.
Perhaps I should have spent Good Friday in church praying for patience. Anyway, meltdown averted.
Any other stories of brewers losing their minds on brewday when a critical piece of equipment goes AWOL? Seriously - I'm feeling like a dumb@ss right now. Tell me I'm not alone.