str1p3s
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I just built a counter flow chiller. I didn't have a pump the first time I used it, so it was gravity fed. I put cinder blocks up on a small picnic table to put the burner on in order to get it high enough to go through the chiller and into the fermenter. This worked pretty well the first time I used it.
I bought a chugger pump for my next brew. I started with the burner up on the cinder blocks and picnic table again just so I could be sure I wouldn't have trouble priming the pump. After heating the strike water and doughing in and placing the MT on the other end of the picnic table, I decided that the burner didn't need to be all the way up on the table. So while I was waiting for the mash, I put the burner on the ground and started moving the cinder blocks.
I didn't realize the cinder blocks were now weighing down that end of the picnic table and when I picked up the last one, the table flipped up like a sea-saw when the fat kid that was weighing down the other end thought it would be funny to jump off and sent the MT rolling across my garage floor.
I yelled a four letter word or so, hurdled the table and ran over to the MT, expecting to find the lid popped off and water and grains all over the floor. Luckily the lid stayed on and only a little bit leaked out. I picked it up and placed it back on the table IN THE CENTER for a hair more balance and finished out my brew day.
That's how my Table Flipper Blonde Ale got its name.
I bought a chugger pump for my next brew. I started with the burner up on the cinder blocks and picnic table again just so I could be sure I wouldn't have trouble priming the pump. After heating the strike water and doughing in and placing the MT on the other end of the picnic table, I decided that the burner didn't need to be all the way up on the table. So while I was waiting for the mash, I put the burner on the ground and started moving the cinder blocks.
I didn't realize the cinder blocks were now weighing down that end of the picnic table and when I picked up the last one, the table flipped up like a sea-saw when the fat kid that was weighing down the other end thought it would be funny to jump off and sent the MT rolling across my garage floor.
I yelled a four letter word or so, hurdled the table and ran over to the MT, expecting to find the lid popped off and water and grains all over the floor. Luckily the lid stayed on and only a little bit leaked out. I picked it up and placed it back on the table IN THE CENTER for a hair more balance and finished out my brew day.
That's how my Table Flipper Blonde Ale got its name.