Finally, after six weeks and two brews in the bottle, I had that nirvana moment. This is the moment that you have mostly commercial craft brews in the fridge and maybe one or two of your own, and you reach for your own, open it, pour, take a sip, and realize that it is better than anything you have on hand. Now, granted, I had only Fat Tire, a nut brown from an New Mexico micro, Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, and a few bottles of Blonde Betty from Boulder Beer. But . . . .
Mine was better! And I made it!
After all of the stress and worry over fermenation temps, sanitation, bubbling airlocks that don't bubble, gravity readings, dry-hopping technique, and bottle bombs, this was it.
To my Noob brothers and sisters, really, don't worry, and eventually you will have that homebrew and it will be a most awesome thing.
Mine was better! And I made it!
After all of the stress and worry over fermenation temps, sanitation, bubbling airlocks that don't bubble, gravity readings, dry-hopping technique, and bottle bombs, this was it.
To my Noob brothers and sisters, really, don't worry, and eventually you will have that homebrew and it will be a most awesome thing.