Yesterday I brewed my second all grain. Everything went perfect until a few minutes after I turned the water on for the immersion chiller in the boil pot four hours into the process. I thought I saw some water dripping down into the pot from the supply line, went to inspect, and pulled it right off spraying water into my batch that was 20 minutes from it's happy place.
Ran to shut off the water. Cut the crappy clamp that came with the chiller off. Stole a clamp off of one of my keg lines and was back in 5 minutes to cool again. Asked my wife if she'd sabotaged my chiller. (It was a gift from her aandddddd, she asked the other day if I was planning on brewing "every" weekend.)
All seemed well.
Until, I took the carboy down to the fermentation room to pitch the yeast, couldn't find my scissors, got lazy, grabbed a dull knife, and sprayed dry safale all over me and my immediate area.
Screw it, scooped up about 3/4 off the counter and my glasses, pitched and waiting.
Making you feel a bit better?
By the way, the entire time this was going on, my daughter's friends stopped in every 3 minutes to ask... "Is she up from her nap YET????"
Now proudly serving only all grain beers
Up next: Centennial Blond
Secondary: Calusa Wheat Clone, Centennial Blond
Kegged: Better than my first IPA, Antwerp afternoon