perfidy

Holy shit! Johno's posting again! I thought he was dead! Shuffled loose this mortal coil and joined the heavenly choir! Deceased! Defunct! An ex-pundit!

In troof, I was merely... resting. And I do have lovely plumage.

The fact of the matter is, I started a new job a few weeks ago that has monopolized all my daytime brainspace, and have been moonlighting in a gig that has taken up the rest. So, sorry everyone. It's Friday, I'm dead-dog tired, and I'm drinking a homebrew.

And in a bizarre peanut-butter-in-my-chocolate moment, I have made a discovery.

Two weeks ago I bottled my latest pale ale. The first couple were absolutely delicious. Go me!

The third, that's where it gets interesting. Remember my Belgian Ale? Well, an unsanitized bottle from that batch that I poured and merely rinsed out must have made it into my batch of sanitized bottles on bottling day. Because the beer I am right now drinking is fascinating, an American pale ale with the crisp bite of Chico ale yeast and the soft citrus notes of Cascade and East Kent Goldings hops, and the spicy tang of Belgian ale from the oopsie-left-over yeast in the renegade bottle. Apparently that Belgian yeast is a fierce competitor, because it's what did the work of fermenting the priming sugar and left its very prominent stamp on the beer as a result.

I have to say, for this being a real no-no in homebrewing terms and proof positive that my sanitation could be better, it's one hell of a delicious mistake. Seriously, next time I might do this on purpose just for larfs, because folks, my mistake is goooooood.