What a father dreams of
My son, J.P., and a former classmate, Micah Gates, embarked some weeks ago on a project of brewing their own beer.
As a father, and householder, I of course had misgivings. We experienced ominous yeasty smells in the basement and paraphernalia took up a good deal of space, but my fears that the bottles* would explode prove unfounded.
Today, after keeping the brew about three weeks in bottle, they uncapped their first India pale ale, and it was good. It was better than good; it was creditable. And I am informed that another few weeks in bottle might make it even better.
Next project: lager.
This summer is turning out better than expected.
*To get bottles, we first had to empty bottles of commercial product, a task in which I performed my part.