Several months ago I had a dream,in that dream imade a rye recipe and my brew friends were skeptical, with good reason most likely. This dream continued on to brew pot then fermenter, bottles and finally bellies. I had thought that this dream had ended with the bellies...but wait, whats this? Another 8 bottles of this beer that no one had faith in,except for the select few who would not see my dream crushed. This secret stash in the mini fridge next to the place where I lay my head every night, this mini fridge who I was near condemning for the passable but perhaps not all that pallateable blond that resided therein.The tables have turned on this beer of mine, make that seven bottles left from the stash 
