I’ve been going through a tough time at work lately. Yesterday I came home, feeling frustrated, and my wife - sensing my despair - put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and said, “Earth.” I know it sounds strange, but it meant the world to me.
From lips without passion to the lips with a kiss
There's nothing of your love that I'll ever miss
The stain on my notebook remains all that's left
Of the memory of late nights and coffee in bed
Squeeze, Black Coffee in Bed
Picked up a few ingredients for this weekend's stovetop BIAB brew day: my annual summer pilsner. A bit different this year: going with 100% Weyermann Barke Pilsner malt (no specialty malts this year); also using Crystal as my aroma hop instead of my usual Mittelfruh.
Cheers.
A buddy of mine at work is diabetic. He recently lost a few toes on his right foot. It was sad.
Worse yet, his wife threatened to divorce him. I asked why, and he said, "she's lack-toes intolerant."
Brew day!
A 2.75 gal stovetop BIAB batch, American IPA. Will be splitting into 2 fermenters for a dank-off: one will be dry hopped with Columbus, the other with Nugget. I've used both before but only in combination with other hops, never isolated.
Cheers.