Now, for the part of the story he is not telling.My favorite part is when they talk back. I like to sit in the ferm room when I have a couple of batches going and listen to the air locks bubble.
The room was dark. A sweet, musky smell tinged with sulfur permeated the air. Slowly, I walked to my fermenter. Then I heard it, the slow bubbling of the airlock. Unable to control myself, I bent over, placing my nose on the tip of the airlock, waiting expectantly for the next exhalation of sweet gas. It came. I sniffed. I (to be continued)![]()