What my wife says

[SC_Ryan]

Ok so I just got a new burner and brew pot today and I have been playing with that thing most of the day. Just getting the air mix right and finding the best spot to put it. You know what I'm talking about guys.

Well my wife tells me to stop and do something else. The honey do list is done so what else is there to do. She just doesn't get the point on spending all this money onbrew stuff. What does your wife's think?

Can you afford a divorce?

 

[Jbird]

Dying here, hilarious

So, extract brewing is like using a boxed cake mix, extract with specialty grains is like using a boxed cake mix, but changing it up with stuff like jello or extra eggs/vanilla, and all grain brewing is like making cupcakes from flour, sugar, etc.

That's one WAT to put it.

 

[Brewitt]

Well, I was sitting here catching up on HBT when my wife came in from the yard telling me she needed my arms for a few minutes. Went out and cut a couple of the bigger branches off the fruit trees she was trimming and came back in. She's the gardening fanatic, I'm into brewing and a number of other hobbies. We are both busier than heck and need our own time and together time to keep us sane. We are both big do-it-yourselfers so we do lots of stuff around the house. This morning I was fertilizing the citrus trees, trimming some of the undergrowth. Then it was time to play with some beer toys and find out what the rest of the brewing world is doing. I make and scrounge lots of my own equipment so its pretty economical. The beer is great! She takes a sip, says "I like that one" or "yech" (sours ). I think what she likes most is everyone else raving about the beer. I feel the same way about her gardening. Currently in the design stages are some frames for her berries that will also hold the poles that will support for my hops. It all works out.

 

[diptherunner]

My wife is pretty supportive. She listens and can make conversation about beer brewing now. She went on a brewery tour and even asked serious questions. Every once in a while, she asks how much thing costs, buying I keep it in check, she is supportive. We have a 2 year old, and that time is sacred, so most of my brews are late night, or on the odd day off alone. I'm a pretty lucky guy.

 

[robertfraser]

Awesome! Hmmm... That's got me thinking... Which year is the stainless steel anniversary again...? There's got to be a stainless steel anniversary, right???

you guys don't know the HALF of it....

I have a bride, who, 3 weeks into my new brewing hobby, is brewing a batch of Apfelwein, and 2 batches of mead, each with a different yeast, 'cause she wanted to see whet each yeast would do...

She also refers to the airlocks on the primary in the living room as the dogs drinking fountain...


In response to this post, we also own a 30' sailboat, and EVERY year, I tell her that this year is the "Sailcloth Anniversary". At over $2000 for a new suit of sails for a 41 year old boat, I doubt this year will be the "Sailcloth Anniversary" either.....

 

[SwivelHips]

Mine's also quite good about it, she likes my beers and even requests certain favourites. As long as I don't spend a stupid amount of time (I brew 1-2 times a month, plus bottling etc), let her know when I'm planning a brew day, clean up afterward, and not spend ridiculous amounts of $$ (I don't), she's all good with it.

She's definitely more supportive of brewing than modifying my car...

 

[mcbaumannerb]

I brew about once every 3-4 weeks if I'm lucky. I also take out the trash, mow the lawn, do all the DYI projects (which aren't insignificant,) all the cooking and half the laundry. I won't put up with crap over my few hours a week (on average) for brewing related activities.

 

[thadius856]

My wife is awesomely supportive of brewing. I have no idea why. She never was with woodworking, DIY, electrical guitar or a couple other past hobbies.

I drove her to work for a meeting this morning. Dropped her off at 8. Went to Lowe's and spent $90 on lumber to build my workshop counter top and some bottle crates without asking. Darted across town and scored two cornys for $25 each (need rebuilding) without asking. Texted her before heading back to let her know I'd be a few minutes later picking her up from her meeting. Showed up 15 minutes late with the truck bed full of 2x4s, firring strips and cornys. She didn't bat an eye. "Looks like you had a busy morning." "Yup. "

I take her to a grocery store we go to only occasionally (out of the way) to pick a case of her favorite energy drinks for work and bought her a bagel. On the way out, I ask if we can stop by Wally World to look at Tupperware containers to store specialty grain. I expected an uphill battle. Instead, she's totally into the idea. We end up spending 15 minutes discussing the pros/cons of different containers for storing grains, standing in the middle of the food storage aisle. We decided quart mason jars would work best, as they hold 20 oz of grain filled to the lid (1 lb to the neck) and are $10 for a dozen with lids. She grabs two cases of them, carries them to the checkout while I try to get her to let me carry them, and then buys them for me. I was astounded. "I hope two cases will get you started," she says.

Next she says we should go to the brew store (?!?!?!). "OKAY!" Floored it out of the parking lot before she could change her mind. She ended up weighing out and filling all 24 jars while I tried to pick them out and write it all down for the clerk. I grab no less than 7 packets of yeast from the fridge, she looks me dead in the face, and asks "are you sure that's all you need?" Not a hint of sarcasm. I almost undressed her right there.

She then leads me around the store, pointing at half of the items and asking me if I needed them. Many of them were wine items or chemicals that I didn't even know what they did, but I didn't have the heart to tell her. The only thing I picked up was a comically large 5L flask off the top shelf, at which point she laughed at me, and I put it back.

While I paid, she sneakily loaded it all in the car for me. I walked out, and asked why she laughed about the flask.

Her: "Nobody needs one that large. Not even you."
Me: "Well, I bought one on Amazon last night..."
Her: "You... what? *long pause* What else did you buy?"
Me: "A 3L flask..."
Her: "And!?"
Me: "A 1L flask..."
Her: "What else?!"
Me: "Some other flasks, down to 50ml for slants"
Her: "...keep going"
Me: "A stir bar... that's all of it. I promise."
Her: "Can I help you use them?"
Me: "Uh... well, sure, I guess, but why would you..."
Her: "Yay! I'm feeling like Chinese food right now..."

We got home, she helped unload the truck (including the lumber), then help me cut up the 204 pieces for the 12 crates I'm assembling tomorrow. She played with the dogs, then made dinner. She's watching her favorite TV show right now, so... I better go give her a back rub right meow, and anything else she wants.

 

[Springpatch]

I don't brew with my wife home. Did it once and she was complaining that I better clean it up when I am done. Well each time she comes home I have done the cleaning from brewing. So no wife bitching about a minor mess that will get cleaned up, and I am happy brewing.

 

[HeavyKettleBrewing]

My wife is awesomely supportive of brewing. I have no idea why. She never was with woodworking, DIY, electrical guitar or a couple other past hobbies.

I drove her to work for a meeting this morning. Dropped her off at 8. Went to Lowe's and spent $90 on lumber to build my workshop counter top and some bottle crates without asking. Darted across town and scored two cornys for $25 each (need rebuilding) without asking. Texted her before heading back to let her know I'd be a few minutes later picking her up from her meeting. Showed up 15 minutes late with the truck bed full of 2x4s, firring strips and cornys. She didn't bat an eye. "Looks like you had a busy morning." "Yup. "

I take her to a grocery store we go to only occasionally (out of the way) to pick a case of her favorite energy drinks for work and bought her a bagel. On the way out, I ask if we can stop by Wally World to look at Tupperware containers to store specialty grain. I expected an uphill battle. Instead, she's totally into the idea. We end up spending 15 minutes discussing the pros/cons of different containers for storing grains, standing in the middle of the food storage aisle. We decided quart mason jars would work best, as they hold 20 oz of grain filled to the lid (1 lb to the neck) and are $10 for a dozen with lids. She grabs two cases of them, carries them to the checkout while I try to get her to let me carry them, and then buys them for me. I was astounded. "I hope two cases will get you started," she says.

Next she says we should go to the brew store (?!?!?!). "OKAY!" Floored it out of the parking lot before she could change her mind. She ended up weighing out and filling all 24 jars while I tried to pick them out and write it all down for the clerk. I grab no less than 7 packets of yeast from the fridge, she looks me dead in the face, and asks "are you sure that's all you need?" Not a hint of sarcasm. I almost undressed her right there.

She then leads me around the store, pointing at half of the items and asking me if I needed them. Many of them were wine items or chemicals that I didn't even know what they did, but I didn't have the heart to tell her. The only thing I picked up was a comically large 5L flask off the top shelf, at which point she laughed at me, and I put it back.

While I paid, she sneakily loaded it all in the car for me. I walked out, and asked why she laughed about the flask.

Her: "Nobody needs one that large. Not even you."
Me: "Well, I bought one on Amazon last night..."
Her: "You... what? *long pause* What else did you buy?"
Me: "A 3L flask..."
Her: "And!?"
Me: "A 1L flask..."
Her: "What else?!"
Me: "Some other flasks, down to 50ml for slants"
Her: "...keep going"
Me: "A stir bar... that's all of it. I promise."
Her: "Can I help you use them?"
Me: "Uh... well, sure, I guess, but why would you..."
Her: "Yay! I'm feeling like Chinese food right now..."

We got home, she helped unload the truck (including the lumber), then help me cut up the 204 pieces for the 12 crates I'm assembling tomorrow. She played with the dogs, then made dinner. She's watching her favorite TV show right now, so... I better go give her a back rub right meow, and anything else she wants.

At what point did you wake up from this dream?

 

[thadius856]

At what point did you wake up from this dream?

Livin' it!

 

[Monster Mash]

Ok so I just got a new burner and brew pot today and I have been playing with that thing most of the day. Just getting the air mix right and finding the best spot to put it. You know what I'm talking about guys.

Well my wife tells me to stop and do something else. The honey do list is done so what else is there to do. She just doesn't get the point on spending all this money onbrew stuff. What does your wife's think?

My wife thinks your wife would absolutely hate me.

 

[stikman33]

My wife likes that I make my own, she thinks its cooler than buying it from the store! She made a pot roast the other day and used a smoked porter I made in the stock pot! Yeah, she's good... so was the pot roast!

 

[lakedawgs]

I'm one of the lucky ones. My wife is very supportive and enjoys the beer. It has taken about three years but I now have an awesome 3 tap kegerator in the basement, a keggle sized brew rig in the garage and a small 3 gallon setup in the kitchen for small batches.

For me it is all about putting things together slowly as not to draw too much attention. Next thought is I want a pump. Couple of months putting all the small crap together and a pop for the pump come about April, no problem.

She does not mind talking beer and actually is a member of the brew club and comes to the meetings. Also, best bonus of all, when I do bottle, she is always willing to help with that! Me and a couple of buddies have a bourbon barrel in my basement, we'll see how she feels about bottling when we have 50+ gallons deck in a month or so!

 

[BarefootFriar]

My wife is awesomely supportive of brewing. I have no idea why. She never was with woodworking, DIY, electrical guitar or a couple other past hobbies.

I drove her to work for a meeting this morning. Dropped her off at 8. Went to Lowe's and spent $90 on lumber to build my workshop counter top and some bottle crates without asking. Darted across town and scored two cornys for $25 each (need rebuilding) without asking. Texted her before heading back to let her know I'd be a few minutes later picking her up from her meeting. Showed up 15 minutes late with the truck bed full of 2x4s, firring strips and cornys. She didn't bat an eye. "Looks like you had a busy morning." "Yup. "

I take her to a grocery store we go to only occasionally (out of the way) to pick a case of her favorite energy drinks for work and bought her a bagel. On the way out, I ask if we can stop by Wally World to look at Tupperware containers to store specialty grain. I expected an uphill battle. Instead, she's totally into the idea. We end up spending 15 minutes discussing the pros/cons of different containers for storing grains, standing in the middle of the food storage aisle. We decided quart mason jars would work best, as they hold 20 oz of grain filled to the lid (1 lb to the neck) and are $10 for a dozen with lids. She grabs two cases of them, carries them to the checkout while I try to get her to let me carry them, and then buys them for me. I was astounded. "I hope two cases will get you started," she says.

Next she says we should go to the brew store (?!?!?!). "OKAY!" Floored it out of the parking lot before she could change her mind. She ended up weighing out and filling all 24 jars while I tried to pick them out and write it all down for the clerk. I grab no less than 7 packets of yeast from the fridge, she looks me dead in the face, and asks "are you sure that's all you need?" Not a hint of sarcasm. I almost undressed her right there.

She then leads me around the store, pointing at half of the items and asking me if I needed them. Many of them were wine items or chemicals that I didn't even know what they did, but I didn't have the heart to tell her. The only thing I picked up was a comically large 5L flask off the top shelf, at which point she laughed at me, and I put it back.

While I paid, she sneakily loaded it all in the car for me. I walked out, and asked why she laughed about the flask.

Her: "Nobody needs one that large. Not even you."
Me: "Well, I bought one on Amazon last night..."
Her: "You... what? *long pause* What else did you buy?"
Me: "A 3L flask..."
Her: "And!?"
Me: "A 1L flask..."
Her: "What else?!"
Me: "Some other flasks, down to 50ml for slants"
Her: "...keep going"
Me: "A stir bar... that's all of it. I promise."
Her: "Can I help you use them?"
Me: "Uh... well, sure, I guess, but why would you..."
Her: "Yay! I'm feeling like Chinese food right now..."

We got home, she helped unload the truck (including the lumber), then help me cut up the 204 pieces for the 12 crates I'm assembling tomorrow. She played with the dogs, then made dinner. She's watching her favorite TV show right now, so... I better go give her a back rub right meow, and anything else she wants.

Dude, I know you know it, but your wife is awesome.

Please be insanely nice to this lady. She's a keeper!

 

[Jbird]

My wife is awesomely supportive of brewing. I have no idea why. She never was with woodworking, DIY, electrical guitar or a couple other past hobbies.

I drove her to work for a meeting this morning. Dropped her off at 8. Went to Lowe's and spent $90 on lumber to build my workshop counter top and some bottle crates without asking. Darted across town and scored two cornys for $25 each (need rebuilding) without asking. Texted her before heading back to let her know I'd be a few minutes later picking her up from her meeting. Showed up 15 minutes late with the truck bed full of 2x4s, firring strips and cornys. She didn't bat an eye. "Looks like you had a busy morning." "Yup. "

I take her to a grocery store we go to only occasionally (out of the way) to pick a case of her favorite energy drinks for work and bought her a bagel. On the way out, I ask if we can stop by Wally World to look at Tupperware containers to store specialty grain. I expected an uphill battle. Instead, she's totally into the idea. We end up spending 15 minutes discussing the pros/cons of different containers for storing grains, standing in the middle of the food storage aisle. We decided quart mason jars would work best, as they hold 20 oz of grain filled to the lid (1 lb to the neck) and are $10 for a dozen with lids. She grabs two cases of them, carries them to the checkout while I try to get her to let me carry them, and then buys them for me. I was astounded. "I hope two cases will get you started," she says.

Next she says we should go to the brew store (?!?!?!). "OKAY!" Floored it out of the parking lot before she could change her mind. She ended up weighing out and filling all 24 jars while I tried to pick them out and write it all down for the clerk. I grab no less than 7 packets of yeast from the fridge, she looks me dead in the face, and asks "are you sure that's all you need?" Not a hint of sarcasm. I almost undressed her right there.

She then leads me around the store, pointing at half of the items and asking me if I needed them. Many of them were wine items or chemicals that I didn't even know what they did, but I didn't have the heart to tell her. The only thing I picked up was a comically large 5L flask off the top shelf, at which point she laughed at me, and I put it back.

While I paid, she sneakily loaded it all in the car for me. I walked out, and asked why she laughed about the flask.

Her: "Nobody needs one that large. Not even you."
Me: "Well, I bought one on Amazon last night..."
Her: "You... what? *long pause* What else did you buy?"
Me: "A 3L flask..."
Her: "And!?"
Me: "A 1L flask..."
Her: "What else?!"
Me: "Some other flasks, down to 50ml for slants"
Her: "...keep going"
Me: "A stir bar... that's all of it. I promise."
Her: "Can I help you use them?"
Me: "Uh... well, sure, I guess, but why would you..."
Her: "Yay! I'm feeling like Chinese food right now..."

We got home, she helped unload the truck (including the lumber), then help me cut up the 204 pieces for the 12 crates I'm assembling tomorrow. She played with the dogs, then made dinner. She's watching her favorite TV show right now, so... I better go give her a back rub right meow, and anything else she wants.

Yea she is Awesome you better give her what she wants when she asks.

 

[DrunkleJon]

My wife is awesomely supportive of brewing. I have no idea why. She never was with woodworking, DIY, electrical guitar or a couple other past hobbies.

I drove her to work for a meeting this morning. Dropped her off at 8. Went to Lowe's and spent $90 on lumber to build my workshop counter top and some bottle crates without asking. Darted across town and scored two cornys for $25 each (need rebuilding) without asking. Texted her before heading back to let her know I'd be a few minutes later picking her up from her meeting. Showed up 15 minutes late with the truck bed full of 2x4s, firring strips and cornys. She didn't bat an eye. "Looks like you had a busy morning." "Yup. "

I take her to a grocery store we go to only occasionally (out of the way) to pick a case of her favorite energy drinks for work and bought her a bagel. On the way out, I ask if we can stop by Wally World to look at Tupperware containers to store specialty grain. I expected an uphill battle. Instead, she's totally into the idea. We end up spending 15 minutes discussing the pros/cons of different containers for storing grains, standing in the middle of the food storage aisle. We decided quart mason jars would work best, as they hold 20 oz of grain filled to the lid (1 lb to the neck) and are $10 for a dozen with lids. She grabs two cases of them, carries them to the checkout while I try to get her to let me carry them, and then buys them for me. I was astounded. "I hope two cases will get you started," she says.

Next she says we should go to the brew store (?!?!?!). "OKAY!" Floored it out of the parking lot before she could change her mind. She ended up weighing out and filling all 24 jars while I tried to pick them out and write it all down for the clerk. I grab no less than 7 packets of yeast from the fridge, she looks me dead in the face, and asks "are you sure that's all you need?" Not a hint of sarcasm. I almost undressed her right there.

She then leads me around the store, pointing at half of the items and asking me if I needed them. Many of them were wine items or chemicals that I didn't even know what they did, but I didn't have the heart to tell her. The only thing I picked up was a comically large 5L flask off the top shelf, at which point she laughed at me, and I put it back.

While I paid, she sneakily loaded it all in the car for me. I walked out, and asked why she laughed about the flask.

Her: "Nobody needs one that large. Not even you."
Me: "Well, I bought one on Amazon last night..."
Her: "You... what? *long pause* What else did you buy?"
Me: "A 3L flask..."
Her: "And!?"
Me: "A 1L flask..."
Her: "What else?!"
Me: "Some other flasks, down to 50ml for slants"
Her: "...keep going"
Me: "A stir bar... that's all of it. I promise."
Her: "Can I help you use them?"
Me: "Uh... well, sure, I guess, but why would you..."
Her: "Yay! I'm feeling like Chinese food right now..."

We got home, she helped unload the truck (including the lumber), then help me cut up the 204 pieces for the 12 crates I'm assembling tomorrow. She played with the dogs, then made dinner. She's watching her favorite TV show right now, so... I better go give her a back rub right meow, and anything else she wants.

I sense a new DIY thread appearing soon for a Brew Room and Shoe Room home remodel. A agree, keeper.

 

[Varmintman]

Oh my I was laughing my butt of reading this thread. And trust me it takes a lot of laughing with a butt as big as mine.

I had to wonder though how many guys were looking over their shoulder wondering when the wife would come around the corner.

 

[PJoyce85]

Mine encourages me to brew. She wants me to be happy and she enjoys my beer, but I think it might be something else.

Her: When are you brewing again?
Me: I don't know. Why?
Her: I just want you to be happy and do what you love.
Me: Really? Cool. I will order some grains right now.
Her: You mean you don't have it to brew tomorrow or something?
Me: No, why?
Her: I want you out of the house.
Me: What?!?!
Her: I need to clean.
Me: I can help you, Schatz (German for sweetie. She's German)
Her: Oh, thanks, but just get your ass out of the house. You suck at cleaning.

 

[thadius856]

Head down to the LHBS, get your grain, buy some dry packets, brew tomorrow!

Pick up a corny or two while you're there and tell her you ran out of space to store the beer, so you had to buy it to make it happen.

 

[PJoyce85]

Wish I could, but no LHBS here in Germany. So I have to order all of my stuff and plan about 3 weeks (minimum) in advance.

I got stuck cleaning the dishes and the bathroom, which I'm pretty sure she ended up re-cleaning . Not that it wasn't clean, it was just "man clean."

 

[MonkHeDo]

Wish I could, but no LHBS here in Germany.

This makes Baby Jesus cry.

 

[PJoyce85]

This makes Baby Jesus cry.

The shipping makes a 200lb man cry

 

[thadius856]

Germany, The Land of Bier, has no brew shops?

 

[GrogNerd]

if only there were some place somewhere in Germany where you could go while the wife cleans and they would serve you beer

wouldn't that kind of place be awesome?

 

[PJoyce85]

Germany, The Land of Bier, has no brew shops?

They do but you have to order for delivery and with the exchange rate, it's not worth it. Best Maltz and Wyermann don't sell in small enough quantities to make them a possibility.

There is a place I have bought yeast from in Belgium, but again, exchange rate makes it $10-12 for one smack pack.

if only there were some place somewhere in Germany where you could go while the wife cleans and they would serve you beer

wouldn't that kind of place be awesome?

It would be . But small towns in Germany have their handful a beers they serve and that's it. I live in a part of Germany where Bitburger is served and I refuse to drink it.

Normally I just sit on the couch and drink while she's cleaning.

 

[PistolsAtDawn]

Well my "wife" (long term, live-with girlfriend) is very supportive of my hobby. She even gave me grief one time for not brewing (because it had been a long time and she didn't want me to abandon a hobby that's very important to me). That was because I was broke for a bit and couldn't even so much as afford the cost of grain. But that time passed fortunately.

I really feel for you guys who have to deal with a SWMBO that is not supportive of brewing. I really can't fathom being in a relationship where my other half questions things that make me happy (so long as they're not destructive things I guess). To me, that's the definition of hell.

 

[Jayhem]

It's easy for me. My wife bought my first brewing equipment kit for Christmas 2 years ago...

So If she gives me crap for brewing or bottling in her kitchen I just tell her "hey, you did this to me!"

She enjoys the beer I make so we work it out!

 

[winterc]

My honey do list is infinite, I give 1/2 day each weekend to brewing, the rest goes to the list. When she is unhappy about the amount of time used on the hobby, I point out that it's cheaper than $12 twelve packs nightly, and better beer too.

 

[m_stodd]

I don't have a wife. But I think it's important for each partner to be totally respectful. If my partner told me to "stop and do something else", I wouldn't take it well at all.

I don't garden, but I would never tell my spouse to get out of his garden and "go do something else", as that is his passion and not mine. He better not tell me to get out of my brewery or stop messing with my equipment, because that's my passion and not his! I wouldn't be very tolerant of being told what to do.

Maybe tell her that you have an idea for a new hobby or two. SCUBA Diving and/or boating. The brewgear looks like peanuts in comparison.

Partner/not wife/spouse/he = husband?

You described him in every way except the easiest and most definite!