This is my mashpaddle

[Erik the Anglophile]

There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My paddle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

Without me, my paddle is useless. Without my paddle, I am useless. I must stir my paddle true. I must stir straighter than my enemy who is trying to doughball me. I must stir him before he clogs up. I will ...

My paddle and I know that what counts in brewing is not the burner we fire, the noise of our AIO, nor the smell we make. We know that it is the wort that count. We will convert ...

My paddle is human, even as I [am human], because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its wood and its handle. I will keep my paddle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will ...

Before God, I swear this creed. My paddle and I are the defenders of my wort. We are the masters of our doughballs. We are the saviors of my beer.

So be it, until beer is fermented and there is no enemy, but beer!

 

[Yesfan]

All I have is just simple slotted spoon...

"This is my paddle
This is my gun
This is for stirring
This is for fun.

Sound off like you've got a pair!"

 

[RCope]

This is my mash "paddle"

And I have these, also:

Yours is much better!

 

[day_trippr]

My mash paddle handled my biggest mashes (42 pounds of malted grains in 13 gallons of water) with aplomb, rapidly obliterating dough balls.
It hasn't been used since I discovered underletting the strike liquor years ago. Zero dough balls.
Now it's an art piece in my brewery...

Cheers!

 

[Yesfan]

I do have my other mash paddle for when I'm out in the garage brewing. It's a 6 spd paddle shifter.

 

[Erik the Anglophile]

Complete with the Race gear and all.

 

[Broken Crow]

That is a marvellous reworking! Do you call it 'the Mashers Creed 'or the homebrewers creed'?

 

[Broken Crow]

OK... you got me inspired again

I met a homebrewer from an antique land,
Who said - “Three vast and trunkless kegs of steel
Stand in the desert….Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And drunken lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its brewer well those ferments kegged
Which yet survive, tapped on these lifeless things,
The hand that brewed them, and the mouth that fed;
And on the beer-tower, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Beers;
Drink ye of my kegs, ye Mighty and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the vomit
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and sober sands stretch far away.”

 

[Yesfan]

Complete with the Race gear and all.

I don't know. With my setup I'm probably more a rock crawler (malt crawler?) than race car.

"Better put her in 4lo little buddy. There's some big ole doughballs ahead."