Hey folks. Been tied up at work and family stuff so I slipped on posting the latest blog.
Sadly, we had to put Bella, the greatest dog we’ve ever had, down. She had terminal lung cancer and it seemed like she was telling us with her face that she was ready. But we weren’t. It was the toughest decision I’ve ever had to make. We miss her dearly. If I ever get any good at making beer, the first one will be named after her.
“Bella-dog.” aka, “Bellisimo.”
Alas, it was time to take baby steps forward. The following is my recent home bottling of a super light ale with a slight hop aroma. Enjoy. I’ll post back on how it tasted. Out of the fermenter, it was superb.
CLEAN, CLEAN, CLEAN. If you are home bottling and brewing and you don’t get into the habit of cleaning and sanitizing your process, from start to finish, you are killing the opportunity to create superior beer. DON’T BE LAZY. PBW is the best cleaner I’ve used. Once you clean the bottles, tubing, caps, bottling wand, and everything that is involved in this process, it’s time to bottle.
A shot of the pre-bottling CHAOS:
I like to set my bottles aside. If I’ve made some adjustments with carbonation tablets, i’ll keep the bottles separated. For example, the bottles with four tabs on the left and the bottles with three tabs on the right. Hook up your tubing, remove the air lock and lid, and insert the bottling wand into the tubing leading from your bottling/fermentation bucket.
If you aren’t giddy at the sight of the tubing charged with beer, well, I don’t know what to tell you!
Most bottling wands have a built-in mechanism that will release beer once depressed (or pushed down on the bottom of the bottle). Once the bottle begins to fill, it will (obviously) rise. As the beer makes it to the top, you stop. Once you remove the wand, it leaves some room in the neck for the carbonation process. THIS IS A GOOD THING. If you spill some beer while bottling, I STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU DO NOT LICK IT OFF THE FLOOR>>Don’t ask….
You’ll get to the bottom of your bucket and the entrance point of the spigot. There is usually a good amount of beer left lying above the trub. Gently pull the bucket toward you and allow the clean beer to fall into the opening of the spigot. This beer will fill the tubing and wand and you can normally get 2-3 more bottles before the yucky stuff. The picture below shows nearing the bottom, pulling the bucket toward you to get more of the beer, and then the layer of trub, aka “yucky stuff.” DOING ALL OF THIS WITH TWO HANDS IS SILLY, BUT WHAT OPTIONS DO YOU HAVE? I’ve spilled some beer trying to manage all of this, but it’s kind of funny and a challenge, so no worries.
*NOTE* Make sure your caps are clean before capping the bottles.
There’s plenty of different options on the market, but I use a very basic bottle cap press that features a magnet to hold the cap in place. Pressing a cap on a bottle sometimes feels like the bottle or capping device are going to break. They likely won’t. Just use some elbow grease and get the darn caps on. Once that’s over, place them in the cardboard bottle box or on the counter and keep them out at room temperature for at least a week, maybe two. After that process is over, called “bottle conditioning,” throw those bad boys into the refrigerator. In two weeks, start “sampling” bottles. Pour and enjoy.
I hope this was informative and helps with your journey into home brewing. Shoot me an email or comment if you have any questions.
Remember to listen to people who care about you enough to speak to you.
I can’t turn away, let my eyes drift with the sea.
The beauty, her complex levels,
her almost letting go completely,
yet close enough to be rescued pulls me deeper.
In the water, on land, wherever my weary heart travels,
she is there. Bubbles mingle with timeless boulders,
intertwined like new lovers, drawing me into the current.
My heart, a ship searching for land, and comfort,
somewhere to throw an anchor, somewhere to finally settle down,
swells. Today, right now, I’ve finally found the courage
to tell her how I feel.
(c) C. L. Swinney 2016
Your tainted mouth kills
my ears, my heart, my weary
soul and words have failed.
(c) C. L. Swinney 2016
In a pool of his own urine he sleeps,
homeless, scared, and lacking food or shelter.
Then along comes the law, this sight he weeps.
People turn away, all helter-skelter,
while the rest of us throw most of our scraps
away, cast long and menacing sharp glares.
For what? What does your heart see as he naps?
Your soul and heart should burn wild like flares.
Pretending he is not there, no answer,
but strife. Remember he is still a man.
Most fought to protect and came home with cancer.
Some fraud, not he, looking for an open hand
and I’ll be damned if I didn’t get involved
while you sit there…a conscious un-evolved.
(c) C.L.Swinney 2016
I thought watching you
walk away would bring closure.
Clearly, I’m a fool.
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Share the Facebook link for one entry, purchase a copy and post a review on Amazon for two more entries (for a total of three entries).
BOOM. MAKE IT HAPPEN.
Dying Set Me Free.
I was nine when I died.
I trembled while lying in bed,
wide awake, suddenly the door opened.
He slithered in, fueling his needs,
and did the unthinkable by taking
his son’s life. Once I felt
his touch, my soul fled from
my body. I tried, but could
not stop it. I watched as the
carcass of my body gasped for
oxygen as the demon left my
sanctuary. My mother, she knew nothing.
I dared not mention such things.
Awake, or asleep, it always persisted.
When it ended, unknown, but I
was reborn, more evil, more angry.
I’m thirty-nine now. My soul
sleeps with the fishes, while the
mental war rages, even a generation
could not save. I lie in
bed, awake and trembling, searching for
the nine year old helpless me.
Just wanted to throw this out there…
I’m flawed. There, I said it.
Also, I learned the hard way that pretending to be someone else only exacerbates such flaws.
Be who you are, accept it, and either work around it or work to better yourself. They say the greatest accomplishment in life is to inspire. I’ve done that for many folks with my writing. I honestly feel better about myself when hearing their stories…but, I know I have much more to accomplish with the time I have left on Earth. I no longer get pissed off if people don’t reciprocate what I do…and I often wonder, is that the problem? The fact I’m expecting people to return the favor? It would be easy to say people are all about themselves, and I wouldn’t have many people who would challenge me on this; however, I shouldn’t be frustrated by the lack of support from them. In fact, I should work harder at what I love to do. Write. I also love to show people how to achieve their goals. All that matters is that I feel good about myself, I have a great family, and I keep doing the best I can everyday. The rest doesn’t really matter. Be happy, people, I’m being worn down by your negativity. But, I WILL NOT BE KNOCKED OUT 🙂