Flavoring grains steeping.
Assistant Brewmaster FUZZ* watching some CatTV while the kettle comes to a boil.
Almost there!!!
Chilling the wort! WINTER IS AWESOME!
Ok, chilling the wort outside took a lot longer than I thought it would. Shoveled my driveway and it was only down to 140F. Shoveled my sidewalks and my neighbor's sidewalk and it was down to 120F. Went inside, watched Iowa State get their 20th win of the season. It took about 3.5 hours for the wort to get down around 75F.
Into the fermenter:
Easily the darkest-looking beer I've made so far.
Assistant Brewmaster Smokey* says "Hurry up and pitch the yeast so you can get my supper!"
My previous beers have all fermented in the front closet, but I'm leaving this one in a bathtub for easy cleanup, as I know from experience this yeast knows how to have a good time.
And the sun sets on another successful brew day.
* All my beers have a "less than 1% cat hair by weight" guarantee.
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