Camping last weekend we discovered a huge stash of wild hops growing next to our camp on East Clear Creek. I collected a bunch and went in to the brew shop to ask if anyone knew anything about them. "Yep" quoth our resident brewmeister, "tastes like cat's piss." Well that's a bit of a let-down.
But hey! Am I or am I not an alumni of the Festival 24-hour Alcoholic Porridge? Did I not help to mash up the grapes of Sulphuric Lemming Juice with my own two hands? Do I not share a lineage with Fine Banana Wine? Should I let mere taste, expertise, and certain disappointment dissuade me from trying a thing? I think not.
So I bought an all-grain American IPA kit, without the finishing hops. I forgot to get a grain bill - I'll try to remember to ask tomorrow - but the last time I did one it was:
11.5 US 2-Row
8 oz. Carapils
8 oz. Crystal 40
(which can't be right, as this only came to 11 lbs.) Mashed with 4 gallons at 152 F. Sparged at 168 F to 6.5 gallons. Boiled for 1 hour with:
1 oz. (dried) US Magnum (14.7% AA, 6.7% BA)
because a little research told me fresh hops aren't as good for bittering (and a random breed wasn't likely to have much acids. Selfsame research tells me that fresh hops should be used at roughly 6 times the weight of dried, So I used:
3 oz. at 5 minutes
3 oz. at 0 minutes
(Roughly half the amounts of finishing hops used in the last American IPA. But it was all I had, and sheesh but it was a pile of hops.) Cats Piss, as my brew-shop-guy described these hops, turns out to be a duly trademarked name of about half-a-dozen beers. Thus I dub thee: Weasel Piss.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
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Hoorah for the mighting Weasel Piss lineage. It's good to be a part of that great history.
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