Homebrew tickles area tastebuds
Wort, sparging, cold crashing — it’s the jargon men of the region are using these days when they gather in male camaraderie. If you’re one of those guys, then you know what I’m talking about. If not, I’ll fill you in. Homebrew — it’s the latest thing sweeping the area, a craft fad with devoted followers akin to the young women who gathered for knitting circles or scrapbooking parties a few years back.
Homebrewers are a certain breed of man (or woman, although, at this point I don’t know of any lady brewers). They’re the kind who spend hours in the garage cobbling a wooden bookshelf together because, “it’s better than buying one.” They are often meticulous, like hands-on work and appreciate the nuances of a cold one maybe more than the next guy.
My husband Trey has been making his own beer for the past several months. It all started with the Mr. Beer Kit (akin to the functionality of an Easy Bake Oven) that I bought him for his birthday two years ago. If you just did the math, you can infer correctly that he can be slow on the uptake. Although, once he gets started on a project, he devotes himself to it with the steadfast reverence of a monk, who were the first brewers, oddly enough.