
Immediately after
the purchasing my “New Equipment”, I started the process of securing
ingredients. Reaching out to my ever expanding network of European homebrewers I learned that most homebrewers here order ingredients online, as there are few
if any brick and mortar brew shops in Germany. After not less than six hours,
and thousands of curse words later, I decide that German online shops are out
of the question, opting for a UK supplier. In a matter of minutes I order all
the ingredients for one of my award winning IPA’s (I only have one award to my
credit but it sounds more impressive this way). The website states “Guaranteed
Delivery in 48 hours”. YES, that’s for me! Apparently the 48 hour rule only
applies to people within a one block radius. Who knew? Nearly two and half “48
hour blocks” (Five Days) later my wife calls me at work to inform that the
“Shipment” has arrived, and some of the ingredients have exploded.I yell with joy, jumping in the air, much to
the ire of my coworkers. (Apologies to the security folks) I tell my assistant
brewer (AKA my Wife) to “Bag” whatever is loose in the box and I will deal with
it when I get home. All of the pieces are finally in place. New “Equipment”,
AND ingredients. This weekend I BREW!
There are many
similarities between a turkey fryer and brewing equipment. Basically an open
flame heating a big kettle is where the similarity ends. The packaging on my “Turkey
Fryer/Beer Brewing Equipment” stated, some assembly required. “Assembly” is an
understatement in any language. Unlike traditional brewing equipment this one
comes with a “Safety Timer” because so many people have burned down their
neighborhoods trying to cook thanksgiving dinner. Apparently the powers that be
have determined that a 15 minute timer would prevent this from happening. Nay
nay, where there is a will there is a way.

I am ecstatic, overcome with a feeling of euphoria as I
am one step closer to “Destressing”! I add the malted grains, reduce the heat,
open a beer, sit down and wait. My eyes begin to flutter in the warmth of the
sun when suddenly, DING! The timer expires and the flame goes out. %#$!!!!!! I
grab the lighter and try to light the burner. I hear and smell it before I feel
it. “It” being the hair on my arms burning as they make contact with the burner
frame. Over the next 90 minutes this process would be repeated several times,
until my arms were as bald as my head.

Safe brewing and prost!
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