Well, maybe with a little more swearing.
My fantastic mother-in-law got me the perfect birthday present this year — Stan Hieronymus‘ Brew Like a Monk. We’ve been thinking about brewing a tripel ever since we did a big tasting in the Netherlands earlier this year. And we finally got organized to brew a batch today. I went to the homebrew shop after lunch and picked up the supplies. I hadn’t really been planning on brewing today, but I looked at my saison brewing notes (where I actually kept detailed times for everything), and realized we would have time.
So, the mash and boil all went pretty smoothly, except the wort collection ran faster than I intended and so the gravity was low. But there was enough wiggle room with the addition of candi sugar to the boil, and evaporation, that I wasn’t really sure that it would be a problem.
But, alas, it was a problem. So I wound up extending the boil by 15 minutes and just barely getting it up to the target (1.080). Then the fun part started when I turned on the hose for my wort chiller and remembered that I was going to get a new hose, because it leaked last time. But I guess laying around in the yard for two months didn’t help, because it was leaking a lot more than last time. So I come back into the house to see a geyser of water spewing from the hose, and the output hose slipping out of the sink onto floor.
I yelled for help and madly grabbed towels to contain the damage. After some decidely un-monk-like swearing, we got it mostly under control and down to pitching temp. But one thing and another, we only wound up with about 3 gallons of beer.
