Damn, my first 'Chucker'! What was yours??

fastricky · Mar 7, 2009

bad coffee said:
Fas, where are you in nYc? I'm in brooklyn.

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UES... but I make my way to Brooklyn often enough - Too many great pubs/restaurants in Brooklyn not to! Where in Brooklyn? - Rich

david_42 · Mar 8, 2009

A ropey infection in a stout. Looked and smelled like coffee jello. Didn't taste it.

bad coffee · Mar 8, 2009

I'm in clinton hill/bed stuy. pseudo-ghetto. But I've got lots of space for cheap.

Knock on wood, but I haven't had to chuck a batch yet. I did have some funkyness in my dirty blonde, but a few months chillin out cured it. It's not a great beer, but it's definitely drinkable now.

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baru · Mar 9, 2009

fastricky said:
Cooked up a 'Raspberry Wheat' today. All went smoothly, great efficiency (88%) etc.

But while I was ramping up from a Protein Rest to the Saccrification, I didn't get back to the kettle in time to stir it soon enough and the wort scorched the bottom of the kettle (was running a false bottom, so it was the liquid that scorched the kettle). I'm relieved I was able to get that scorched bottom clean (it wasn't easy!)

It smelled burnt but I soldered on and put it in the fermenter. But I kept the sample from the hydrometer test tube and tasted it - crazy burnt tasting! Not in a good way whatsoever. So, tomorrow morning I'm going to chuck it, even though it's already fermenting away 5 hours later. So it goes and lesson learned.

Was amazed at all the protein like white flakes floating around the wort btw, is that a cause of the white wheat? (This was my first wheat experience).

What caused you to chuck a batch?

I brewed up a batch out by the outhouse when my grampa was visiting once for a week.
I asked him to watch my wort for a few while I went in to get a sandwitch.
When I came back out in the back yard he was standing in the door of the outhouse looking kinda lost. When I asked him whut wuz wrong he said "Ya'll sure got hot latrenes around here". I thought 'well it is kinda warm today' and didn't think anymore about it till I noticed that he had not moved from the doorway. By then I was racking to the fermentator. Grampa had a habit of wandering off and getting lost, and talkiing to people that werent around no more. That's why he was visiting for a week. He would stay with pa for a week then with my aunt for a week or two, then with my uncle for a while.
Anyway, the beer fermented out ok but I could never bring myself to taste it. I gave some to my brother in law and he said it tasted like crap. Well, I poured it out down by the watermelon patch and precher just couldn't get enough watermelon that year. He fell off his horse on the way home after a watermelon social one saturday nite. We found him next morning passed out in the middle of the watermelon patch.