The Best Day of Football Ever?

I should be celebrating this monumental day in college football with that bottle of Westvleteren 12, but instead I'm sipping on a Sam Adams Hallertau Imperial Pilsner.

It's fabulously (some pansies might say excessively) hoppy and fairly strong at 8.8 percent alcohol, although this boozy fortitude is pretty well masked, save for a hint in the nose.

I'd say more about the games, but I promised this site would be about beer.

But man, what a day.

The Second Post

Last time I brewed I had a little accident.

In a (rare) moment of absent-mindedness, I turned on the propane burner under my aluminum stock pot to heat up some water and went back inside. Only problem was, there was no water in the pot. I had skipped the evidently critical step of putting water into the pot before turning on the flame intended to heat said water. I realized this after about 15 minutes and ran outside to find that the bottom of my pot had melted away. A giant gaping hole stared up at me from the bottom of the pot, and a puddle of molten aluminum was cooling on my porch. It looked like something out of "Terminator 2."

Needless to say, I am in need of a new pot.

And wouldn't you know, not a damn store in town seems to sell them. The pot I had came with one of those turkey fryer kits, so you got the whole works: pot, burner stand, basket, etc. Well obviously I still have all of that. I just want the pot. Sure, everyone carries the kits, but just a pot? Nope.

Can anyone tell me where the hell I can find a plain old aluminum pot??

The First Post

This blog is not about my life. There will be no "dear online diary, today I decided to buy a different brand of laundry detergent" posts.

This is about beer. Yes, it will be about me, but only in the context of the beer that I brew and drink.

Francophones doubtless have figured this out already -- the title of this blog translates to "The Little Brewery," which is an apt description for the operation I run on my front porch. Also, the title is a play on my last name, which I won't reveal here because, you know, the Web is crawling with freaks and perverts.

Honestly, I don't know how much attention I'll pay to this site. I need another computer-related time waster like I need a hole in my head. And I fully recognize that no one will care to read my drivel. But if there's one thing the Internet has taught us, it's that you don't matter for crap unless you've got a Web page.

So sit back and crack open a cold one. I'd do the same except I'm still nursing a bit of a hangover. Oh, beer is a cruel mistress indeed.