Mug Warrior

Ok, so, this one is a week (and a few days) late, but the bottling of our brew was so smooth and easy that it was almost entirely unnoteworthy, with one exception. No one told me the trub was going to be so absolutely gross, and rediculously fun to play with. What do I mean? Trub has the consistency of very watery… uhm… excrement, and for all it’s worth stinks in a equal, but dissimilar, way. With that in mind Jarrod and I did the only thing we could think of with it: Throw it in the toilet with some paper, take a few pictures, and call his wife over and trick her into having a look. Priceless. We have some pictures but they are on Jarrod’s phone so I will have to get them for you all later. Nothing useful just pictures of the bottle and the toilet. We are so grown up.

Yes, I did say Jarrods wife, Jarrod (The Least Active MugWarrior Contributer) was married on saturday in a nice small ceremony followed by an intimate brunch with friends and family, where the friends promptly got drunk and danced with the family in a haze of booze and silly hats. Most importantly though Jarrod had the foresight to put a bottle of our brew in his refridgerator before the wedding, just to give it a taste after a week of bottle fermentation. Much to his pleasure the strongest of the hop characteristics had disappeared, and it was “delicious.” So we are in the homestretch, next saturday we drink our brew and start the next, which means sometime next week you will get yourself a review of our own beer. Between now and then I will try to put up something about a brew I have wanted to try for quite some time. Want a hint? Moo.