The night after I brew a batch of beer, I dream of bubbling carboys.
I wake up the next morning and run to the bathroom where the fermenter sits like it's Christmas morning, giddy with the excitement of seeing yeast having a party in that big glass bottle.
I think of 10 or 15 new things I want to brew every day. I'm lucky if I write one down a week.
I scour Craigslist every day, hoping to find some slick deal on someone else's used brew gear. (pref 6.5 gal carboy in the Denver area... anyone?)
I check Beernews.org almost daily to see what new beers my favorite breweries around the country are cooking up.
I spend a solid couple hours a day on HBT forums just reading anything and everything.
I keep trying to finish reading How to Brew, The Complete Joy of Homebrewing, and Radical Brewing, but after dozen pages, I get so excited about beer that I have to go have a glass of something delicious.
I have a collection of bottles that occupies close to 20 boxes, and fully intend to build a custom wall-sized shelf to display them all someday.
I follow breweries that aren't even open yet on Facebook.
I stalk breweries that are open on Facebook.
I electronically lambast big liquor stores that don't mention craft beer in their weekly newsletters.
SWMBO has to remind me that I need gas to get to work when I talk about brewing another batch of beer too soon after the previous one.
Previously, SWMBO had to tell me to cut down on my purchasing of new and unique beer because I was always coming up short for bills and groceries.
SWMBO might just be a bigger Imperial Stout fiend than I am.
When people talk about their food smokers, I think about smoking malts or smoking other potential beer ingredients.
Whenever I eat fruit, I think about what kind of beer it would be good in.
When I put organic cocoa nibs and goji berries on my granola, I die a little inside because I would rather be putting them in beer.
Vacation destinations are determined by whether or not there's a brewery nearby.
If you have a "problem," too, you can talk about it here. It's ok. We understand.
I wake up the next morning and run to the bathroom where the fermenter sits like it's Christmas morning, giddy with the excitement of seeing yeast having a party in that big glass bottle.
I think of 10 or 15 new things I want to brew every day. I'm lucky if I write one down a week.
I scour Craigslist every day, hoping to find some slick deal on someone else's used brew gear. (pref 6.5 gal carboy in the Denver area... anyone?)
I check Beernews.org almost daily to see what new beers my favorite breweries around the country are cooking up.
I spend a solid couple hours a day on HBT forums just reading anything and everything.
I keep trying to finish reading How to Brew, The Complete Joy of Homebrewing, and Radical Brewing, but after dozen pages, I get so excited about beer that I have to go have a glass of something delicious.
I have a collection of bottles that occupies close to 20 boxes, and fully intend to build a custom wall-sized shelf to display them all someday.
I follow breweries that aren't even open yet on Facebook.
I stalk breweries that are open on Facebook.
I electronically lambast big liquor stores that don't mention craft beer in their weekly newsletters.
SWMBO has to remind me that I need gas to get to work when I talk about brewing another batch of beer too soon after the previous one.
Previously, SWMBO had to tell me to cut down on my purchasing of new and unique beer because I was always coming up short for bills and groceries.
SWMBO might just be a bigger Imperial Stout fiend than I am.
When people talk about their food smokers, I think about smoking malts or smoking other potential beer ingredients.
Whenever I eat fruit, I think about what kind of beer it would be good in.
When I put organic cocoa nibs and goji berries on my granola, I die a little inside because I would rather be putting them in beer.
Vacation destinations are determined by whether or not there's a brewery nearby.
If you have a "problem," too, you can talk about it here. It's ok. We understand.