Archive for March, 2007

The Accidental Vintner

Saturday, March 24th, 2007

For those of you that I haven’t told, a while back, I took up brew­ing beer, wine and the like as hob­bies. So far, I’ve had a pretty fan­tas­tic run of things with only a small hand­ful of fail­ures, none of which were ter­ri­bly unexpected.

My first brew­ing was some­time last September or October. With the help of my friend Paul, I brewed an Irish Red style Ale. Being our first brew­ing expe­ri­ence, we used a pre-prepared kit. Earlier on the day we brewed, how­ever, I had gone apple pick­ing with some other house­mates so we decided to mod­ify the recipe by toss­ing a few apples into the wort. The result we obtained after 2 or 3 weeks fer­ment­ing and 2 weeks aging/carbonating was really quite good. We had cre­ated a nice, smooth Irish Red style Ale, with a mild but notable taste of apple. While we made our way through the first 24 bot­tles, which had been refrig­er­ated after 2 weeks aging, the remain­ing 24 had been left in the base­ment con­tin­u­ing to age. After fin­ish­ing the first 24 we moved on to the sec­ond to dis­cover that they were even smoother but had lost a lit­tle of the apple character.

Having suc­ceeded at brew­ing a tasty beer, I decided to try my hand at var­i­ous other fer­men­ta­tions so I picked up a num­ber of dry yeast pack­ets at my local brew­ing store and set at it. I made up three 1 gal­lon solu­tions with equal quan­ti­ties of fer­mentable sugar: one with cane sugar, one with molasses and one with maple syrup. These were each given a num­ber of weeks to fer­ment. After fer­men­ta­tion, I gave them each a try and dis­cov­ered that the molasses “wine”, although alco­holic, was totally undrink­able; the sugar “wine” was alco­holic but com­pletely bland (a good result for less than a dol­lar in raw mate­ri­als); the maple “wine” was actu­ally rather tasty but not tasty enough for its cost.

After the exper­i­men­tal “wines”, I decided to give proper wine a shot (by proper I mean grape fla­vored, not high qual­ity). I pro­ceeded to make up two large buck­ets full of wine from Welch’s grape juice and sugar (as an adjunct, if you will). the buck­ets were allowed to fer­ment for a num­ber of weeks. The wines’ fer­men­ta­tion cycles coin­cided very nicely with the sched­ul­ing of a Mardi Gras party my house was throw­ing. Myself hav­ing 8 gal­lons of really cheap, but not all that bad, wine and throw­ing a party made for an obvi­ous com­bi­na­tion. I set aside 2 gal­lons of the wine as my “Special Reserve” and used the remain­der to pro­duce san­gria for the party. The san­gria went over very well, tast­ing so good that it prompted a num­ber of indi­vid­u­als to ques­tion whether or not it was alco­holic. Tasting of the wine prior to san­gria pro­duc­tion and lat­ter con­sump­tion of my “Special Reserve” con­firmed that the wine was plenty alco­holic. Consumption of the “Special Reserve” also proved quite tasty on a lat­ter date.

My next attempt, which was started whilst the Welch’s wines were fer­ment­ing was also my great­est fail­ure, a sake. I didn’t feel like deal­ing with koji-kin (it’d take a while to explain, so you can look it up inde­pen­dently) so I decided to go with the old-fashioned way and mas­ti­cated a whole lot of rice. It was a bit of a gross thing to mas­ti­cate my way through two gal­lons of rice but it was an inter­est­ing exer­cise. After adding yeast and wait­ing a num­ber of weeks, the con­coc­tion was a ter­ri­bly smelling, undrink­able mess. In ret­ro­spect, I prob­a­bly should have pas­teur­ized it before adding the yeast.

Prior to start­ing the wines, I started my sec­ond and third batches of beer. The sec­ond was the result dis­cov­er­ing that I could dis­as­sem­ble empty beer kegs and fill them with my own beer. That dis­cov­ered, I set about design­ing a cross between a Hefeweizen and a Belgian Tripel Ale (two of my favorite beer styles). The Belgian Tripel Weizen designed, I enlisted Paul’s aid once more and we set about brew­ing 18 gal­lons of beer. The beer was allowed to fer­ment for two weeks and then the spe­cific grav­ity was checked. The grav­ity had not decreased suf­fi­ciently so another week was waited, then another and then finally 15.5 gal­lons of the beer were moved into the keg (Tripel Ales take a long time to fer­ment due to high sugar con­tent ). It was about two or three weeks ago that the ale was kegged and I am wait­ing until April 3rd to tap it; I’m giv­ing it plenty of time to con­di­tion and this way I can make it a birth­day present to myself. All pre­lim­i­nary tests seem to indi­cate that it will taste fan­tas­tic and I am wait­ing with bated breath.

My third beer attempt started shortly after my sec­ond. I fig­ured that the cold Minnesota win­ter would likely make some place in my house cold enough for lager­ing. The deci­sion of what sort of a lager didn’t take too long; I went with the clas­sic, albeit a lit­tle bor­ing, Pale Lager style. Wanting to take the purists approach, I decided to base mine on the orig­i­nal Pale Lager style beer, Pilsner Urquell. This beer has fin­ished its fer­men­ta­tion and just recently fin­ished (as far as I’m con­cerned) its lager­ing and was bot­tled. Preliminary test­ing sug­gests that it’ll turn out well enough, time now to wait for carbonation.

These, of course, have been all of my inten­tional brew­ing adven­tures. Now, don’t get me wrong, I very much enjoy my inten­tional brew­ing and have been mean­ing to men­tion it here for a while, but this post was inspired by a recent bit of acci­den­tal brew­ing. As a result of prepar­ing and drink­ing some left­over frozen juice con­cen­trate as plain juice. More specif­i­cally, I’ve been drink­ing lots of white grape juice and vari­ants thereon. A few days ago, I made up a pitcher full of white grape-pear juice and brought it up to my room. I was drink­ing the juice slowly and then a few days ago it started to taste a lit­tle off. The taste wasn’t off enough for me to think any­thing was amiss but then, two days ago, I noticed some funny spindly things that looked like mold in it. I decided to throw out the spoiled juice but it was late and I was tired so I put off doing so until the next day. Yesterday, the next day, I for­got about the juice for a while, remem­ber­ing only at a time when I didn’t feel like doing any­thing about it. By yes­ter­day, the spindly things had set­tled into a beige mass at the bot­tom of the juice that looked an awful lot like what grows in inten­tion­ally fer­mented bev­er­ages. Putting the mat­ter off again, I went to sleep. Today, when I went to check on my pitcher of juice, I noticed that it was bub­bly and smelled of alco­hol. Without adding yeast, in fact by doing noth­ing more than leav­ing a pitcher of juice in my room, I had cre­ated wine. This inter­ests and amuses me greatly because it was quite likely the way in which alco­hol was orig­i­nally invented.

Land of the Blind

Sunday, March 18th, 2007

I recently came across a trailer for the movie Land of the Blind at the begin­ning of some DVD or other. Strangely, prior to the trailer, I hadn’t heard hide nor hair of Land of the Blind. Anyway, work­ing on the premise that the pre­view seemed mighty neat, I set about find­ing an oppor­tu­nity to watch it. Having now watched this film, I have to say that I can’t under­stand why it didn’t show up on the radar. Land of the Blind flew so low that there are only 17 reviews of it aggre­gated on Rotten Tomatoes (as opposed to the more com­mon 200ish).

Anyway, Land of the Blind fol­lows a polit­i­cal rev­o­lu­tion in a total­i­tar­ian state, from the stand­point of a mil­i­tary under­ling that befriends the head of the rev­o­lu­tion. The movie starts out kind of nor­mal and polit­i­cal but then descends into bizarre and polit­i­cal before finally descend­ing into crazy and con­fus­ing. Basically, I feel Land of the Blind has been done a ter­ri­ble injus­tice and in order to rec­tify the mat­ter I am rec­om­mend­ing it to you folks. If you’re my friend, you’ll prob­a­bly like it (Sherv, Riad, it’s right up your alleys).

An Almost Kinda Near Death Experience

Wednesday, March 7th, 2007

As I was walk­ing to my car this morn­ing, an SUV skid­ded out of con­trol, slid through where I had just crossed the street, slid very quickly off the road and destroyed a street sign. I was unaware of the event until I heard skid­ding and a crash behind me. Turning around, not­ing the feigned sense of shame on the driver’s face, frozen in the real­iza­tion that a one or two sec­ond delay might have resulted in my death, a very strange thing hap­pened: nothing.

In that moment, a moment so stereo­typ­i­cally con­nected with enlight­en­ment and self-awareness, I merely paused and then moved on. As I con­tin­ued on to my car, I thought about how such events play out in movies and won­dered why I was being so blasé about the mat­ter. If my life were a movie, this event could have been a nucle­at­ing point where I decide that life’s too short to be sit­ting around and crank myself into high gear. I could run off, announce my undy­ing love to the woman who has been set up through the movie as my per­fect match and then live hap­pily ever after; I could embark on some great adven­ture that has amus­ing tri­als and tribu­la­tions, even­tu­ally lead­ing to fur­ther enlight­en­ment; I could under­take that risky busi­ness plan that leads to incred­i­ble for­tune; or, any of a hand­ful of other cliché options. Rather than any­thing inter­est­ing, I got in my car and drove to school.

There are plenty of rea­sons why I might not be ter­ri­bly struck by my near miss but only a few make any sense to me: per­haps such an event really isn’t all that pro­found; maybe I’m suf­fi­ciently pleased with where my life is and where it’s going to not want change; per­haps I don’t have any goals, desires or aspi­ra­tions that might drive me to care about my life enough to be shaken up; or, per­haps I’m suf­fi­ciently dis­so­ci­ated from risk to prop­erly assign shock and fear to the sit­u­a­tion. Between the grim, good and bor­ing options, I haven’t made much head­way in ascer­tain­ing my actual stance; it may be a mix of some or all of them and there might be other options that haven’t occurred to me.

Although I don’t really seem to be tak­ing any­thing more last­ing and sub­stan­tial than this blog post, it was an inter­est­ing expe­ri­ence to face my own mor­tal­ity, if but for a moment. In spite of the inter­est­ing­ness of the expe­ri­ence, I’m glad that I’m not injured, hos­pi­tal­ized or dead and don’t much want to suf­fer a repeat of this sort of incident.