If I wasn't a Portlander before, its a sure thing now. The deal has been sealed. Its official. I'm making beer.
This is the second batch that I've helped Cory make. And it's quite a rewarding process, much like baking: the process, the smells, the sweet reward at the end of it all.
This batch we made an IRA, which stands for Imerial Red Ale, a combination between a Red Ale and an Imperial Pale Ale.
First we make a little tea with the grains. While wearing Chacos. Cause we're hippies like that.
The grains go out, the malt goes in. And then so does the hops. Beautiful, bright, fragrant hops. Three separate batches of them.
Then, when our mixture has brewed up real nice, we take it down into the man cave. Thats where it chills out for a bit. Till about 80 degrees or so.
It gets added to the carboy, along with some water. Then some big strong man picks it up and shakes it. Its totally sexy.
The yeast is added. And now its time to wait and let them feast and do their yeasty thing. And what a beautiful thing it is: this brew is forecasted to be a kick-in-your-pants 7%. I'm sure lots of other things will be looking beautiful after a few glasses of this stuff. Beer Goggle Ale? Yeehaw!
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