Originally Posted by Wings_Fan_In_KC
I thought it was funny that he had no idea what "cold crashing" actually was and used it out of context at least twice.
Oh and the Fred Flintstone mash paddle too - where's the brontosaurus burgers?
How the hell could you 100% sanitize that fiber you're filtering with? There's no way even soaking it that would get all the nooks and crannies of that crap. I don't see it.
My definition of cold crashing is any means of dropping the temperature to a point at which solid proteins coagulate out of the wort. This happens when I "ice it", and again when I add my top off. Since I don't have a fridge large enough to put my fermenter in, these two things serve functionally as a poor man's quasi cold crash in a way.
I use a clean brand new piece of filter media every time I transfer, remember we just need to kill all the microbes in it, not completely flush them out. Yet to have an infection from this.
You like that broom handle, eh? I'm a pretty low tech improvisational type of guy, If something is free and it works, why spend money on something else.
Originally Posted by ryno1ryno
Such a funny video.
I love how you captured the beer geek mantra about knowing all about the details... only to use a 15 year old can, say it was your first time then even use coconut in the batch.
I would rather continue to believe that you were purposely mocking other newbs on youtube than hear you actually say "It was all true." :-)
I think the likelyhood that you actually had a 15 year old can is much less plausible.
Unfortunately all true. Some like to share their successes, but I think it's a lot funnier to share my failures. I was (and still am to an extent) a super nube!
Originally Posted by cbmikey
Ahhhhh.. so you're "that guy" then eh?
I assume you have learned and have been razzed more than I can imagine by now! Hehe...
Not as much as you'd think, sure a lot, but more people are nice about it. They tend to appreciate my honesty and humility, and overlook my gross stupidity and overconfidence, due to the intense comedic value of my complete and utter failure.