It's been a really busy, really insane week. Two days in the hospital with my pregnant wife for a really bad asthma attack, taking care of her afterwards. And still finding time to bottle batch #3, Prior Restraint. There are 52 bottles out of this batch, 5 of which I added chilled coffee to. I added different amounts of coffee to each in an attempt to enhance the flavor. More on all that in a week.
Oh, and I realized that I did not give credit where credit is due. My good friend Daniel coined the term "Big Acorn" in reference to Raleigh, NC.
Sorry about the light posting, more when I have time.
My first big batch is fermenting right next to my desk as we speak. A soft ticking sound coming from the airlock tells me everything is working out just right.
It was an arduous process yesterday, getting this beer made. As much as I learned from first batch, I learned a lot more from this third batch. A flat top range isn't the best for heating large pots of liquid. That's lesson #1. Most of the time taken up during the making of this beer was waiting for the water to reach steeping temp. and then waiting (forever) for the wort to reach a rolling boil when I could add the hops and LME (liquid malt extract, a syurpy additive that is going to give this beer it's porteryness.)
Lesson #2: The hops, once in the boil give off one hell of an aroma! My wife, Amanda, said it smelled like "burnt carpet samples".
So, what is this beer gonna be like? I took a recipe for a smoked porter, with chocolate, caramel, and smoked malted hops, and added 2 oz. of cracked Tanzanian Peaberry coffee. Peaberry is one of my favorite types of coffee, the name refers to the very small beans that are usually looked over because of their size. They have a great concentration of flavor, though, and with a medium roast, they shouldn't be too oily for the brew. I'm hoping that with the coffee, the smoke, chocolate, and caramel it'll kind of bring to mind spending hours in Cup A Joe on Hillsborough (before the smoking ban) the superstrong coffee competing with cigarette smoke from the other side of the building, and a nice brownie on the table to be picked at while you talk about revolution. (What revolution didn't have a nice brownie at it's inception.) Though I don't smoke, and really am not a fan of the smell of billowing clouds of the stuff, it's indelibly linked in my head with those countless hours spent drinking coffee with friends. So, here, I'm trying to recreate that.
The name is an arcane Big Lebowski reference, after The Dude is shown Bunny's toe, he meets Walter in a coffee shop. As the tension escalates between the two, the waitress asks Walter to quiet down, to which he takes umbrage, and starts spouting off about the Supreme Court "roundly rejecting" prior restraint. Working on the bottle art for it, hoping to get the acorn head on Walter's body with his sunglasses on.
The beer started fermenting today, so it has about 6 days before it will be ready for bottling. Then another week after that for the secondary in bottle fermentation. I'm wondering if I should get a carboy for secondary fermentation, though. It would certainly be less time consuming than priming 50 some bottles... Anyway, it should be ready in two weeks, either way, so look forward to that.
Like a lot of beer enthusiasts in North Carolina, I've only come to this recently. In 2005 our state allowed high gravity beers within it's borders. Before that time my favorite beers were Yuengling, Rolling Rock, and Tecate. Which are all still very good, but I wasn't really aware of the diaspora of beers that would begin to flood the market after the law passed.
Then, I had a Chimay "bleu", and I was in love. Then it was Delirium Tremens, then Dogfish Head Black & Blue, then Unibroue Maudite, and on & on. But all these things seemed like impossible Jimmy Page double necked guitar solos. Golden gods, sending down amazingly delicious lightning bolts from the fizzy clouds in beer heaven.
A lot (really, mostly all) of my previous writing has been about music, it's a subject of obsession for me. So, I find it very easy to draw parallels in life to the great rock narrative. Forgive me, here's another. I saw the documentary Beer Wars (available streaming on Netflix), which was like hearing the Ramones for the first time. Realizing that you can take on those golden gods, or maybe, no, that's not it. It's realizing that you don't have to be a golden god to make something you love. In Beer Wars, you're introduced to Sam Calagione, the founder of Dogfish Head. You see him in their brewery working on a small batch of something, and my god, that looks like cooking, and I know how to cook. Maybe these people aren't golden gods at all, it finally occurred to me to me that maybe I could do this.
Months later, I finally take my first steps towards brewing. Last month, I made my first small batch, using a Mr. Beer kit I got for Christmas, I made a wheat beer. I felt that I couldn't just make a simple beer, though. I had to bring other flavors and a sense of experimentation to what I was doing. Mr. Beer kits come with a pre-made can of wort (beer before it's fermented). There's only so much fun that you can have with that, so I added a few things. A cup of honey, two clementine peels, and some coriander. It came out pretty damn good, a bright summer wheat which was very easy to drink. There were some glitches, too much priming sugar in the bottles led to way too much carbonation, which ended up completely escaping the crappy plastic bottles that came with the kit.
I took the lessons from that first batch and applied them to the Big Acorn Pecan Ale. A great brown ale with roasted pecan flavor up front and a smooth, slightly sweet brown sugar finish. I used a Mr. Beer Octoberfest Vienna Lager pre-made wort, with booster sugars, brown sugar, and a cup of pecans I dry roasted a day before I brewed. Clocking in at around 5-6% abv, it's got a nice little kick that you won't notice until you've finished your bottle. (I switched to glass bottles after the plastic debacle.) It will make it's debut at my wife and I's couples baby shower.