I haven't read your poem yet, but, oh boy....this is gonna be good!
LMAO already!
Fruit Flies in my Fridge, Brilliant!!!!!
I had much the same experience a week ago today when I discovered that one of the four latches on my Brewbucket had popped when I lowered it into my Brewjacket. Of course, it was a hefewiezen...This would only happen on a Hefeweizen.
I arrived home from work with thick krausen on the lid. No biggie, I thought. Indeed, I thought I had gotten lucky, just a bit of a leak from the new gasket in the center of the lid where the cooling rod enters. It took me a further day and so much runaway krausen to figure out that one of my latches had popped. And that's when it sank in, my brewjacket had soaked through to the hardwood floor.
Oh, something that rhymes with FOCK.
Flies. So many flies.
Thank you, so kindly for your remarkable poem. It was exactly the salve that I needed to start to smile about this shameful experience. I've brewed for over 25-years and I've never had a fermentation leave the fermenter. I was feeling pretty low about that, but your poem makes it all worth while.
Thank you!