My Husband, the Brewer

Not all husbands brew beer, but mine does.  He's the kind of person who gets excited about a package of yeast or hops arriving in the mail.  Both happened this week which only means one thing: brewing time.

I was almost confused when the alarm went off on a Saturday morning, but then I remembered his early-morning brewing plan.  There's something special about hop-filled air and racing around to boil pour, boil pour.  One might wonder today if we live in a science lab, but he loves it.  So I do too.  He's my mad scientisty beer brewing machine.

In two months this will be Scotch Ale

Enjoying one of his past brew's: Dark Belgian Ale

Today's soundtrack