A few months ago, my son wanted to help me with bottling day. Though I thought we had washed his hands very well and that I observed him carefully in every step, that batch fell victim to a gusher infection. Since I've never had any such problem in ten years, I cannot help but conclude that the issue was gerrmy young boy hands.
I haven't been able to bring myself to dump the batch until tonight- partially because it is sad to dump any beer and partially because I don't enjoy the beer shower that occurs when you pop a top on a gusher brew. But after bottling my latest batch and needing space, I bit the bullet and dumped the infected brews tonight. Now my heart is heavy and my clothes reek of beer.
So I raise a glass to 24 bottles of beer that faced the worst fate that can befall a beer- undrinkability. So long, fellas. My liver is at half mast.
I haven't been able to bring myself to dump the batch until tonight- partially because it is sad to dump any beer and partially because I don't enjoy the beer shower that occurs when you pop a top on a gusher brew. But after bottling my latest batch and needing space, I bit the bullet and dumped the infected brews tonight. Now my heart is heavy and my clothes reek of beer.
So I raise a glass to 24 bottles of beer that faced the worst fate that can befall a beer- undrinkability. So long, fellas. My liver is at half mast.