January 24, 2012

Homebrewing

Texas may be the land of cowboys, country music, and fabulous Tex-Mex, but Colorado is the land of mountain men and great craft beer! While it is true that there are many places across the United States where drinking beer is popular, I’ve never lived anywhere where homebrewing and craft brews felt so deeply intertwined with the general culture of the State. Colorado is home to over 120 established craft brewers and a slew of homebrewing aficionados. Last year my family and I had a lot of fun touring the craft breweries up in Fort Collins. I have never cared for any of the traditional domestics (Miller, Coors, Budweiser) but in Colorado I found a land of delightfully hoppy India Pale Ales, robust Porters, and Imperial Stouts that made me re-evaluate my feelings on beer. As it turns out, I just like the fancy stuff.
mmm...the good stuff
  I recently discovered that Denver is home to The Great American Beer Festival. The first festival was held in 1982 in Boulder back when there were only 22 breweries, 40 beers, and 800 attendees. As the attendance and popularity of the festival has grown over the years it has moved to bigger and bigger venues. This year the festival will celebrate its 30th anniversary and 49,000 attendants are expected. Last year 526 breweries representing 48 states and 3,930 beers were entered in the competition. There were 167 judges from nine different countries and tickets to the event sold out in three weeks. Suffice it to say, Beer is a serious business in Colorado.
So when my friend Jon, Colorado native and home brewer extraordinaire, told me he was going to be starting a fresh batch of brew, I jumped at the opportunity to participate in the process first hand. After all, what kind of newly declared Colorado girl would I be if I didn’t embrace the local cultural and traditions?
We started the afternoon by going to a store called Hop To It to pick up our ingredients. We were going to be recreating a medium-bodied amber ale similar to the one sold by Odell called 90 Shilling. First stop was the malted barley room where tubs of barley were stacked on shelves. We measured out what we needed from the plethora of selections and ran it all through a small mill to chop it up, we then moved on to the yeast and hop selections of the store. I had no idea there were so many different options available!! 
A small sample of the selection of Barley Malt
Measuring out our quantities
Our recipe called for two different types of hops to be added at different times during the boiling stage of the brewing process. Hops contain several characteristics that brewers desire in beer; They contribute a bitterness that balances the sweetness of the malt and contribute floral, citrus, and herbal aromas and flavors.  We also picked up about a pint of malt extract; it has a consistency and taste similar to molasses. Oh--I should mention that Jon talked me into tasting everything at various stages during the day. Most of the barley was pretty unimpressive and the hops tasted terrible. I have no idea how people first came up with the idea to cook it all together, let it sit for months on end, bottle it up, call it beer and drink it. 
Malt Extract and some finished product from a previous brew. I was impatient.
Keeping the mixture at exactly 155F. Easier said than done.
But alas, I digress. The first step in the process was to heat a 4-gallon cooking pot full of water to 155F, we would then add our malted barley, in a stocking like sack for easy removal later, and leave the mixture to stay at 155F in the oven for an hour.  
Once this part was done, we removed the barley from the mix and brought our brown brew to a boil on the stove. We added in the malted extract and measured out and added different quantities of hops in progressively quicker intervals during the next hour of boiling. The hops are bright green and cause the brew to turn green and foamy when they are first added. I felt a bit like I was in a potions class at Hogwarts. (If our beer turns out tasty, 100 points for Gryffindor!!)
Measuring out our first addition of hops
During our downtime, between brewing stages, Jon told me an interesting story about how India Pale Ales first came into being. In the 18th century Great Britain faced a vexing problem. They were of country full of fine men who liked to drink fine beer. The had also just established one of the greatest navel forces in the world and the navy sailors would be out on voyages in hot climates, sometimes for months at a time. The problem was that the beer the navy sailors were used to drinking did not keep well on these long excursions. The hot environments resulted in flat, sour, undrinkable beer. Not having beer for months on end was a HUGE problem so the crafty brewer's set about to find a solution. 
The only defenses against spoilage they could find were alcohol and hops. The alcohol provided an unfriendly environment for micro-bacterial growth and the hops inhibited the growth of Lactobacillus.  So the original pale ale recipe was modified to include a much higher concentration of hops and a higher alcohol concentration to keep the beer from going bad. This produced a beer that was very bitter and strong that had a shelf life that would last on the trips to India. And so the IPA was born.
Bathtub Brewing
Ok, now back to brewing. Once the hops were all added we needed to bring our mixture down to 80F as quickly as possible because it is at this stage in the process that the beer is most susceptible to contamination. Our solution was a bag of ice and a bathtub.  From there we just had to add the yeast, add a gallon more water, and siphon our brew into a large glass vessel with a fermentation lock on top which would allow the CO2 to escape but not allow oxygen in while the beer fermented over the next few weeks. 
I have to say our beer looked pretty gross at this point, much like really dirty brown water.  I sampled a bit and it sure didn’t taste like any beer I’ve ever had before, but there are still a few weeks to go of fermentation before we can bottle it or keg it and then a few more weeks or months after that before it will be ready to drink. I’ll be sure to let you guys know how it turns out!
 I love Colorado. 

January 12, 2012

Following my Intuition

A great many things have changed since my last post four months ago. As I type this, I'm happily sitting in my friend Matt's kitchen in Boulder, Colorado. I have a hot cup of coffee in my hands and I'm watching snow fall and accumulate into an ever-thickening, beautiful, white blanket over the backyard.  The house is quiet and Matt and Norah are snuggled up in a mid-morning nap on the couch. I have decided to move back to Colorado.  Being back in the mountains with some of my dearest friends this week has been almost too satisfying for words.

Backyard Snow
Matt and Norah napping
I arrived on Monday, January 2nd with my Mazda loaded down with all of the things that matter to me most in the world and I hit the ground running...and hiking and skiing and swing dancing. The wonderful thing about Boulder is that you live in the foothills of the Rockies and besides having a breathtaking view of the mountains out your front door, you have nearly immediate access to all the hiking trails your heart could possibly desire. It is going to take some time to recondition my body to the lifestyle of Colorado. I've been living in the land of sprawling DFW suburbs for too long, drinking too much wine, eating too much fried food, and partaking in embarrassingly too little physical activity. I'm out of shape but loving every second of being here.

So for those of you that don't know, let me rewind a little to how I got here. It was shortly after I wrote that last post in October that I decided there might be a reason that things weren't working out for me in my job hunt and effort to move to Austin and that I needed to re-evaluate where my heart really wanted to be. As much as I tried to be, I just wasn't excited about Austin. It's a vibrant, eccentric city that I should have been excited about but instead I just found myself dreading the heat and pining away for the mountains. Intuition is a tricky feeling. It's "knowing" something inside without being able to rationally explain how you came to that conclusion. It's a gut feeling that can easily be ignored if you aren't careful. It turns out when I slowed down and actually listened to my heart it was shouting, GET YOUR FREE SPIRITED, MOUNTAIN LOVING ASS BACK TO COLORADO YOU CRAZY GIRL!!

So I finally decided to listen and here I am.