FifteenTen
Well-Known Member
I had to take a forced vacation day. Just to annoy the Man I scheduled it for a Friday. Sad I know, having a Friday off and all. I mean, Im a hard working American, what am I supposed to do with a day off? Then I saw it. One of my YRPs was approaching it expiration date? You know, my Yeast Ready to Pitch. Think MRE here. Dont laugh, you too have a pack of US-05 in your refrigerator just in case your love and affection are not enough to generate 236 billion individual life forms out of a vial or smack pack. Or worse, they quit on you midway through. Offspring can be so ungrateful
thats why you have your YRPs.
Anyway, I had the day and the aging yeast so I decided to make the best of it. I got the barley, hops and propane. My wife, beer hating, cheap wine drinking, Friday hater that she is would not let me sleep in. I had to get up, fix breakfast and take my daughter to school. Thats not so bad in and of itself. I enjoy the moments when I can legally strap my five year old into a chair. And joy of all joys, she now straps herself in willing. Once were strapped in I can have just a few moments where it is just me and her.
On this particular Friday as Im driving her to school she asks me what I was doing on my day off. I told her I was going to brew. I could see her face scrunch up in the mirror and she said But what about your starter? Now Im sure Ill feel all kinds of pride and mixed emotions when she graduates high school, gets her undergraduate and graduate degrees followed by a stunning career and marriage (though I hate him already) and her first born child (now I really, really hate him), but when my five year old said But what about your starter? I damn near melted through the drivers seat into the pavement passing beneath my car.
One day Im going to brew the best beer that girl has ever tasted. Meanwhile, Im going to hone my brewing skills and develop some passive aggressive angry father-in-law mannerisms. That SoB better not be a home brewer, I might actually crack under that kind of pressure. I mean, Ive never had a son
Anyway, I had the day and the aging yeast so I decided to make the best of it. I got the barley, hops and propane. My wife, beer hating, cheap wine drinking, Friday hater that she is would not let me sleep in. I had to get up, fix breakfast and take my daughter to school. Thats not so bad in and of itself. I enjoy the moments when I can legally strap my five year old into a chair. And joy of all joys, she now straps herself in willing. Once were strapped in I can have just a few moments where it is just me and her.
On this particular Friday as Im driving her to school she asks me what I was doing on my day off. I told her I was going to brew. I could see her face scrunch up in the mirror and she said But what about your starter? Now Im sure Ill feel all kinds of pride and mixed emotions when she graduates high school, gets her undergraduate and graduate degrees followed by a stunning career and marriage (though I hate him already) and her first born child (now I really, really hate him), but when my five year old said But what about your starter? I damn near melted through the drivers seat into the pavement passing beneath my car.
One day Im going to brew the best beer that girl has ever tasted. Meanwhile, Im going to hone my brewing skills and develop some passive aggressive angry father-in-law mannerisms. That SoB better not be a home brewer, I might actually crack under that kind of pressure. I mean, Ive never had a son