(This is part 2 of a 2-part post. See last week's post Hourglass Brewery to see part 1!)
Well, I get home and "ohboyohboyohboy! Lemme get my books!" I proceed to grab Designing Great Beers, the Brewer's Publication tetralogy (yes, I looked it up) of Malt, Hops, Water, and Yeast, Charlie Papazian's The Complete Joy of Homebrewing, and a Midwest Supplies catalog and run outside ready to teach.
What I promised to be an hour ended up rivaling the length of a Harry Potter film (your pick). I talked until my throat was sore. And held her attention the entire time. Pictures were drawn. Questions were asked. Answers were given.
It was one of the coolest things ever.
Until about 2 hours later.
After doing some afternoon chores, we thought, "all this talk about beer, lets grab one!" Where to? Where else?
And at the back of my mind I was thinking, "how cool would it be to get a brewery tour today, and (hopefully) verify all the information I threw at her?" Nothing better than learning about something and then seeing it in the flesh.
The smooth, beautiful, stainless flesh...
And that's exactly what happened. We get to Hourglass and see one of the managers we know, Billy. I tell Billy of the verbal diarrhea I just dumped out on Jessica, and he proceeds to take us on the coolest tour of their brewery ever. Just the three of us. Peppering him with all sorts of questions about the brewing process. On top of all this he validated (almost) all the information I bestowed from my learning and readings. Just when we thought it couldn't get any better he says "want to see the sour room?" Jessica kept her cool, but I could see her mind blown in her eyes.
Of course, I may have created a monster. Now she's reading Malt, before bed, asking me why we use the Lovibond scale when the Standard Reference Method is more scientifically accurate. And what the accuracy of my HERMS temperature control is. And isn't it better to take more hydrometer readings then less?