bransona
Well-Known Member
Back around the start of the year, I brewed my house porter (a work in progress, but not changing much. Based on founder's porter). I had a fairly strong brew to start off the brew day, and by the time I got my grains ready and in the bag, my strike water was up a fair bit higher than I needed it. Unfortunately, I let that strong beer make my next decision for me. It whispered softy: "Just go ahead...mash away...it's a big brew...your temperatures will drop enough..."
162* for 15 minutes. Good game, little voice in my head. Good game.
Fast forward two weeks to when I thought it would be ready to bottle. Gravity is at 1.04 of a predicted 1.02. Oh crap. It's not just stuck. I murdered my enzymes. No amylase available. Not about to drink this heavy, calorier-rich stuff. I made a bold, risky choice. I mashed another half pound of 2-row at 148 for 30 minutes and chucked it right in. If it got infected, what did I have to lose?
Ok. Present time. No infection. I ended up fermenting that bad boy out to 1.004. That's from 1.072.
I made porter lite, guys. It's not horrible, but wow... Literally no body, even though I fermented with s-33 which leaves a nice ester mouthfeel.
I guess the moral is to not do any of this stupid stuff. Brew on, friends
162* for 15 minutes. Good game, little voice in my head. Good game.
Fast forward two weeks to when I thought it would be ready to bottle. Gravity is at 1.04 of a predicted 1.02. Oh crap. It's not just stuck. I murdered my enzymes. No amylase available. Not about to drink this heavy, calorier-rich stuff. I made a bold, risky choice. I mashed another half pound of 2-row at 148 for 30 minutes and chucked it right in. If it got infected, what did I have to lose?
Ok. Present time. No infection. I ended up fermenting that bad boy out to 1.004. That's from 1.072.
I made porter lite, guys. It's not horrible, but wow... Literally no body, even though I fermented with s-33 which leaves a nice ester mouthfeel.
I guess the moral is to not do any of this stupid stuff. Brew on, friends