Brew It Yourself: Professional Craft Blueprints for Home Brewing PDF
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Professional Craft Blueprints for Home Brewing Erik Spellmeyer First Printing, October 1, 2014 All text is © Erik Spellmeyer, 2014 This edition is © Microcosm Publishing, 2014 All photos by Meggyn Pomerleau, except where noted, taken at F.H. Steinbart Co. in Portland, Oregon. In the DIY series Microcosm Publishing 2752 N Williams Ave Portland, OR 97227 For a catalog, write or visit MicrocosmPublishing.com ISBN 978-1-62106-665-1 This is Microcosm #161 Distributed worldwide by PGW and in England by Turnaround Edited by Joe Biel and Lauren Hage Designed and illustrated by Meggyn Pomerleau Fonts by Ian Lynam Cover by Meggyn Pomerleau This book was printed on post-consumer paper by union workers in the United States. For my father, Craig Robert Spellmeyer v TABLE OF CONTENTS r9f0rworo ~8 By Jamie FLoyd - Wntroouction >16 (9jJlrffoce '" 22 efapter 1 >28 Extract Brewing 'i!:e!e: e lk 3 8 Being ExtTe=!y Ck= '" efapter 3 >62 AU -Grain Brewing efapter 4 >98 Before and After Thoughts £jfOssa1JJ- 04 ~1 (6Jrew 116 ~O!J ~ v by Jamie Floyd What is your connection to beer? If you’ve made it this far you are connected to beer in some way. Human relation to beer is as old as our ability to write words. It has followed us through millennia on our journey towards modern civilization and helps us understand our past. My first memories of beer are of my dad’s moisture-covered Coors can on the back porch table on a hot Summer day in Cupertino, California. He didn’t drink often, but when he did, he drank Coors Original. Because of this, Coors reminds me of the carefree days of being a kid and spending time with my family. But to my dad, who spent five of his seven years in the Air Force stationed in Alaska, beer was a way to pass the frigid days away. I found a picture of him with his military buddies proudly huddled next to a five-foot pyramid of empty Coors cans, carefully stacked. Because of this, my family avoided the snow. My love of beer and snowy conditions wouldn’t start until I fell in love with snowboarding and a perfect pint of cask-conditioned Jubelale from the Deschutes Brewery Pub during my college days in Oregon. Catching twelve inches of fresh snow with some big carving fat airs, great friends, a meal, and a pint of tasty ale at the end of the day warmed me up in the pub. I still think of these fond memories every time I take a sip of Jubelale. On the rare occasion I taste a Coors, I think of my dad. Why is beer such an emotional reminder of other times in our lives?
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