I should have known this evening wouldn't turn out well when I drove to my LHBS through blinding snow to get supplies for my next brew, only to find out they close an hour earlier on Monday and Tuesday. Little did I know that wouldn't be the only mishap of the evening.
I brewed an English Pale/ESB last week, and I decided to dry hop with .5 oz of Goldings (US, not UK, yeah, yeah, I'm cheap.
). Sounds like a great plan, right?
I had bought myself 2 reusable nylon hop bags (AKA 1 gal paint strainer bags from Lowes), with the plan being I'd put the hop pellets inside and tie a knot in the end, giving lots of space for the hops to cavort in the wort. (Too bad that doesn't rhyme.) I went to all the effort of attempting to strain my wort before putting it in my fermentor, so why put more crud in there if I could avoid it?
The plan was as follows:
1) weigh out half an once of hops
2) dunk hop bag in sanitizer
3) pour hops into bag
4) tie knot in bag
5) spritz and/or dunk with sanitizer one more time
6) toss in fermentor
Here's how it actually went down:
Steps 1 and 2 went great.
Step 3 is where it all went downhill. I started pouring the hops into the bag, and they promptly fell right into my sink.
(I use our guest bathroom as my fermentorium, as my wife doesn't go down there if she can avoid it.)
I fished the hops out of the sink (fortunately none went down the drain), sprayed them down with sanitizer. Then I put the rescued hops into the hop bag, sprayed it down again, tied a knot in it, tossed it in the fermentor. High fives all around!
The attentive reader will notice what I then noticed when I turned around: half of my hops still in my cup on the counter.
So I said, "screw it!", and dumped the rest of the hops in my fermentor.
Anybody else have any good stories of their own mind-numbing ineptitude they'd like to share?