Da var utedusjen på plass. Varmtvann leveres av gjennomstrømsvarmer koblet til gass (leverer også varmtvann til utekjøkkenet).
Bildene viser litt av prosessen.
Da var utedusjen på plass. Varmtvann leveres av gjennomstrømsvarmer koblet til gass (leverer også varmtvann til utekjøkkenet).
Bildene viser litt av prosessen.
Tok utgangspunkt i oppskriften “Bells Two Hearted IPA clone” funnet på Beersmith, men bytter ut Centennial med Loral (Aroma/smak: Floral, citrus og mørke frukter
Passer til: Alle humledominerte ølsorter, de dristigste prøver den i en engelsk bitter).
Varmet opp 25 liter meskevann og la til malten ca 1030 på 67c. Ferdig mesket ca kl 1545.
SG før skylling ved 60c: 1.060 (ca 1.077 ifølge hydrometer adjuster i beersmith).
30 liter til oppkok.
Koking startet ca 1630.
Humle:
Endte med 21 liter med OG på 1.062
FG endte på 1.010 (ca 6,7% ABV).
Benytter det gode været og brygger ute idag. Dagens brygg er Time Warp IPA.
27 liter meskevann til 63c.
10 liter skyllevann.
Mesking startet ca kl 1140.
Rett over 30 liter ved kokestart.
Kokestart kl 1330. Kastet i første pose med humle.
1420: la til 70g Cascade
1430: la til 70g Columbus og startet kjøling
OG ~1.050
FG endte på 1.009, som gir en ABC på ~5,4%
Plantekasse laget av pallekarmer.
Her er det plantet hagesalat, ruccola og sommergulrot tidlig Juni 2017. Frøene har blitt mikset en del, ettersom minstemann har lekt gravemaskin i bedet.
Et par rosebusker måtte flyttes for å få plass til plantekassen. Den ene (lengst til venstre) har det ikke så bra.
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As two men wearing pilots’ uniforms and dark glasses use canes to feel their way into the cockpit.
The plane starts barrelling down the runway, and the passengers begin to get scared as the water at the end of the airstrip nears. With only a few yards left, everyone screams, but the plane lifts off just in time. The passengers think it was all a joke, while in the cockpit, the pilots high five.
“You know,” says one pilot to the other, “one day they’re gonna scream too late, and we’re gonna die.”
I had eighteen bottles of whiskey in the cellar and my wife insisted I empty the contents of each bottle down the sink, or else…
After careful consideration, I reluctantly agreed and finally proceeded with the unpleasant task.
I withdrew the cork from the first bottle and poured the contents down the sink with the exception of one glass, which I drank.
Then, I withdrew the cork from the second bottle and did likewise with it, with the exception of one glass, which I drank.
I then withdrew the cork from the third bottle and poured the whiskey down the sink which I drank.
I pulled the cork from the fourth bottle down the sink and poured the bottle down the glass, which I drank.
I pulled the bottle from the cork of the next and drank one sink out of it, and threw the rest down the glass.
I pulled the sink out of the next glass and poured the cork down the bottle.
Then, I corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink and drank the pour.
When I had everything emptied, I steadied the house with one hand, counted the glasses, corks, bottles, and sinks with the other, which were twenty-nine, and as the houses came by I counted them again, and finally I had all the houses in one bottle, which I drank.
I’m not under the affluence of incohol as some tinkle peep I am.
I’m not half as thunk as you might drink. I fool so feelish I don’t know who is me, and the drunker I stand here, the longer I get.
Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson go on a camping trip, set up their tent, and fall asleep. Some hours later, Holmes wakes his faithful friend. “Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.”
Watson replies, “I see millions of stars.”
“What does that tell you?”
Watson ponders for a minute. “Astronomically speaking, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is in Leo. Timewise, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three. Theologically, it’s evident the Lord is all-powerful and we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. What does it tell you?”
Holmes is silent for a moment, then speaks. “Watson, you idiot, someone has stolen our tent.”
The first one says; “I’ll have some H2O.”
The second says; “I’ll have some water too. But why’d you order it like that? We aren’t at work.”
The first chemist excuses himself and weeps in the bathroom. His assassination plot failed.
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