Well, after I Cruz on over to my local supplier, I check out their Christie malt. Not bad for 6-row malt, I figure. I think it was the type used to brew Carly Black Label. I liked that beer if I only wanted 1 or 2 bottles, but I would head for the Sierra Nevada whenever I got a Kasich.
But then, I Rand into the proprietor, and he sez that more important than the ingredients is keeping the brewing equipment clean. He recommends an iodine-based sterilizer for keeping my brew space clean. “Darn,” I exclaimed, “I wish I had that before my last two batches that I ruined with infection.” I’ve Ben Carsin’ to the heavens ever since.
“But what about lambics,” I ask? “They add fruit and open the fermentation process to the outside air. Isn’t that a bit un-Sanitoriumy?”
“Lambics? Well, why didn’t you say so?” He took me to their stock of lambic ingredients, including cherries, raspberries and Huckabees. He also told me that some crazies brew spicy beer by adding red-Rubios from a pepper Bush. No thanks, dat.
By the time I was done shopping, the clerk rang up the charges. I was sure he had Trumped us the bill. It came to more than I make in a week. Something seemed dreadfully wrong.
When I woke up in a sweat, I realized it was just a bad dream.
Now that is good typing right there. Well done.