Bubble Bobble

Within 48 hours of starting fermentation, the airlock at the top of your fermentation vessel should start bubbling as the yeast produce CO2. Here’s the carboy containing our India Pale Ale, 24 hrs after starting fermentation.

You can see small bubbles in the airlock at the top of the carboy, and if this picture were moving, you’d see the small plastic insert inside the airlock bubbling a few times a minute.  However, you can also see the croizen (foam) at the top of the beer within the carboy getting dangerously close to the top of the vessel.  Obviously, this presents a dilemma.

There is little space at the top of the carboy for CO2 to collect, and it is also difficult to escape, as you are trying to limit exposure of the beer to the outside world for fear of contamination by various critters in your cellar-like basement.  Keeping it mostly sealed yields the possibility that you are forming a “beer bomb” that could explode due to the increasing pressure within the sealed vessel.

Therefore, taking my boss’ advice (who’s had this problem in the past), we did the following:

This picture is of the Hefeweizen, a beer that was already filled too high because I overfilled it with water.  Since taking this picture, I’ve also set up the IPA carboy to do the same thing.

Basically, we kept the rubber stopper in the top of the carboy, but rather than use the airlock, we took silicone tubing that came with the beer kit to allow the foam and air to escape into another vessel.  You can see the foam inside the tube, and collecting in the Mason jar Brooke set up to catch the croizen that is escaping from the carboy.

While not ideal, it should help limit contamination as long as we don’t leave it like this permanently.  With the near constant flow of croizen through the tube, bacteria/insects/mice probably won’t be going backwards toward the beer.  Also, the brunt of the croizen production occurs within the first few days, so I’ll be able to remove the tubing and replace it with the original airlock again shortly.

We didn’t have this problem when we were using the 5 gal plastic bucket because there was plenty of space at the top for air to expand into.  Also, the design of the airlock we were using may have been a bit better suited for allowing at least some of the CO2 to escape.  And finally, any time I would open that thing up, all that excess CO2 could escape rapidly, rather than trying to fit all of it through a relatively small opening at the top of a carboy.

Regardless, it’s interesting to see the process in action through glass.  I may only use glass carboys for the secondary fermentation process in the future, to help prevent this kind of thing from occurring, but I’m still glad we did it this way.

01.18.11 Dinner

Pasta bake with spinach, homegrown and canned tomato sauce, and Parmesan cheese. With some more of the bread I made on Sunday. Andy also had this last night as leftovers since I was working, so I’m not really too far behind!

Our Weekend, by the numbers

1 dinner out.
3 full nights of sleep.
10 gallons of beer brewed.
1 movie (in a theater).
1 snow storm driven through.
5 blog postings.
1 worn out baby.
2 worn out grandparents.
4 loaves of bread baked.
2 movies (at home).
15 baby meals cooked, pureed, and frozen.
1 bathtub scrubbed (it was gross).
10 yards of fabric tie-dyed orange.
$100 spent at Wal-Mart.
1 new television series started.
4 new baby shoes.
2 kitchen scales purchased.
1 kitchen scale returned.
14 cups of coffee.
9 hours of driving.

Brewing Update

While Meg was staying at her grandparents house in Hannibal, Brooke and I took it upon ourselves to brew not one, but two, beers in a single day.  From start to finish, the entire process took almost 10 hours, but most of that time was spent cooling down the “wort” (i.e. unfermented beer).  I think we’ll need to invest in a wort chiller, as my chosen method of cooling the pots from boiling down to ~70 F, involving placing the pot outside in the snow, didn’t really speed things up in the least.

Andy checking on his beer

Another change this time around involved brewing the beer in glass carboys, borrowed from my Dad who used to use them for brewing wine.  There are advantages and disadvantages to using these things.  One advantage is that they’re glass, so you can see through them to view how your brewing process is going.  Also, being glass, it is less likely that after years of use, you’ll have residual flavors being imparted by your fermentation vessel, as plastic can do (but really won’t for quite a long time).

IPA on the left; Hefeweizen on the right

One disadvantage, however, is that they’re kinda a pain to clean.  We’ve got a brush that is designed for scrubbing carboys, but due to the small opening at the top of the fermentation vessel, it’s just hard to sterilize the carboy properly.  I think I did a good enough job, but we’ll see.  It’s also very difficult to fill the thing up, due to the aforementioned small opening at the top.  Brooke had to hold a funnel in order for me to take the pot pictured above and pour into the carboy.  It becomes a two-person process, whereas one person could probably do alright using the 5 gal bucket. Finally, it is difficult to know what volume you actually have in these things.  I needed 5 gal in total, and in trying to cool the beer down faster, I poured spring water into the bottom of the carboy before adding the Hefeweizen wort.  As you can see in the picture above, on the right, the beer is pretty close to the top, largely because I had too much volume in there.  This also affected the initial Specific Gravity reading of the wort, which could affect my alcohol calculations toward the end of fermentation.

Another concern with these beers is that the temperature in our basement has dropped since the last time we brewed.  The thermometer is reading consistently around 50 F, if not slightly below, making me wonder how long fermentation will take.

However, after 24 hours downstairs, the yeast had taken off.  [Note: That was another change.  Instead of using liquid yeast, we used the dry yeast the kits normally come with.  I’d never done it this way, but Brooke makes bread regularly, so she’s familiar with what needs to be done.  They worked!]  I may take another picture later this week, but the foam at the top (croizen) is increasing steadily to the point where I had to remove the CO2 trap at the top of the carboy and put a tube in its place.  The tube is running down into a jar that Brooke grabbed, semi-sealed with aluminum foil.  It isn’t the most ideal situation, but it’s the only reasonable option in order to let some of that foam out of the fermentation vessel.  Otherwise, the foam actually pushes out of the carboy and into the CO2 trap at the top.  After a few days of letting the croizen bubble out, I’ll replace the trap, as bubbling will have slowed to some degree.

Regardless, despite all the various changes this time around, it appears that fermentation has begun!  In theory, the Hefeweizen should be ready for bottling in about 2 weeks and the IPA should be ready for bottling in about 6 weeks.  I’ll be transferring the IPA from its primary vessel into a secondary vessel at some point, either the 5 gal plastic bucket from last time, or I’ll put it in the glass carboy that the Hefeweizen is currently inhabiting.  Probably a few weeks down the road.

01.17.11 Dinner

The plan was to make these “skillets” one morning during our weekend without Meg. Yesterday we slept in so had bagels before church and today we needed to get on the road before the second round of snow storm moved in so we could get to Meg in Hannibal and get back before dark. So, we had these for dinner tonight instead! They have fried potato, sausage, green pepper, red onion, scrambled egg, and cheddar cheese layered in Fiesta “Gusto” bowls. If I were Emily J., I’d have cute little cast iron skillets to make these in, but colorful dishes will have to do!!!

01.16.11 Dinner

Our “fancy” dinner while Meg was away was tortellini with peas and prosciutto. Also, homemade bread, and an attempt at flan that did not work, so we didn’t eat much of it. Is flan supposed to be super egg-y?

Part whole-wheat Fougasse with a salt and pepper crust. Delicious dipped in olive oil seasoned with Parmesan cheese and black pepper.

Peas and prosciutto, a la Pasta Factory. Andy complained about the mushrooms, but ate them anyway.

The flan. Pretty, but not good. I even tried to fancy it up with vanilla bean and whiskey, now I’m out of vanilla bean until my next trip to St. Louis.

Review: True Grit

First of all, I haven’t seen a movie in theaters since May, which is crazy considering how many I’ve seen in past years.  Amazing what having a baby and moving does to your movie schedule.  Secondly, Meg was staying with her grandparents this weekend, giving us extra time to go see something.  There aren’t many movies out this time of year that interest both Brooke and I, but thankfully, “True Grit” was one such movie.

The Coen Brothers have made quite a few movies over the years, and in general, I don’t tend to like them.  “Fargo” and “Burn After Reading” are, perhaps, the only two of theirs that I’ve seen that I enjoyed (“O Brother Where Are Thou” was alright too, I guess).  In general, I think their movies involve useless, unfunny dialog and their plots don’t involve much of an ending or resolution.  With that all in mind, I tell you that “True Grit” was a truly excellent movie, with a great script, great acting, and a wonderful story.  It’s amazing that the Coen Brothers could pull something like this off, but it’s probably only because they stayed close to the source material and didn’t have to do much writing of their own.

“True Grit,” starring Jeff Bridges, Matt Damon, and Hailee Steinfeld, centers upon Steinfeld’s character, Mattie, whose father was murdered by Tom Chaney (Josh Brolin).  She seeks revenge, and contracts with Reuben “Rooster” Cogburn (Bridges), a U.S. Marshall that drinks too much and is known for killing criminals in self-defense (i.e. he chases after them, catches them, and they don’t ever end up in front of a judge).  Matt Damon plays LaBoeuf, a Texas Ranger that is also chasing after Chaney for killing a Senator.  The movie deals with these three interacting out on the open range of Arkansas, frequently causing strains between each individual.

The story is very much a western, involving many of the typical trappings including a hanging, duels, chasing the enemy into “Indian country,” and so on.  The imagery of the American West is breathtaking, and makes me want to go backpacking as soon as I can.  Brooke took a class in college titled “The Western Film,” so she watched quite a few classic westerns and she thought this iteration of “True Grit” held true to the ideals put forward in previous movies. “True Grit” will probably go down as one of the best westerns of the early-21st century (which isn’t saying much, ’cause there aren’t that many being made, which is a shame).

It should also be said that Hailee Steinfeld was unbelievable in this movie.  She’s a 14-year-old, playing a 14-year-old, and she’s a better actress than most people two or three times her age.  A truly remarkable performance from a girl whose career is surely only taking off.  Don’t get me wrong, Matt Damon was barely recognizable with his facial hair and George W. Bush-style accent (and that’s a good thing…he really stepped outside his typical roles with this one), and Jeff Bridges was speaking with a drunken slur such that I believed this is how he talks in real life.  But Steinfeld stole the show from both these old-timers.

I have never seen the original “True Grit,” starring John Wayne.  It is my understanding that this current iteration is a more accurate representation of the novel, but we’ll see what the differences are when it comes through Netflix…eventually…  Regardless, this is an excellent movie and I highly recommend it.  By far the best thing the Coen Brothers have ever done.

01.15.11 Breakfast: When the cat’s away, the mice will play

Or, When Meg’s away at Grandma’s, Brooke will cook!

Breakfast this morning: Orange-yogurt muffins with blueberries, fried eggs, banana-strawberry smoothies, bacon, and chai tea for me and coffee for Andy. By the way, Farmland bacon is, hands down, better than any other bacon I’ve bought. It’s not all that more expensive than Aldi bacon and cooks better and tastes better than anything else.

Water Babies

We started Water Babies last week at a city pool in Cedar Rapids. Meg was trying to put her face into the bathtub water, so I figured it was time for us to figure out how to do that without either of us freaking out. So far, she’s loving watching the other kids in the pool and splashing, but does not appreciate going under water or floating on her back. I’m sure we’ll have lots of swim lessons in our future and this is a fun start!

Digging a Ditch

Iowa is kinda flat and, well, when it gets windy, snow drifts tend to happen.  Our landlord, Phil, warned us that one of the roads heading up to our place tends to be pretty bad when snow is blowing around.  As the title to this post suggests, he wasn’t wrong.

Meg and I were heading back from daycare this afternoon and turned onto Gable Ave toward home.  The northbound side of Gable was a touch more covered by snow than it was this morning when I was heading south.  By “a touch,” I mean a steady gradient of a few inches into a few feet as you got to the ditch.As such, the southbound side of Gable was just fine – the northbound, not so much.  Anyway, I was going faster than I should have (like…25-30 mph total, Mom…), and too close to the northbound side of the road, causing the car to slide into the embankment after the right wheel hit a deep spot.  We were fine, of course, and close enough to home that Brooke could come by with her car to transfer Meg into a vehicle that was…mobile.

Brooke brought a shovel along.  Sadly didn’t help much.  That car wasn’t moving.  We were ready to call the tow truck.

Thankfully, we live in rural Iowa, where almost everyone has a 4×4 truck.  Two very nice gentlemen, Jeremy and Josh, drove up in their 1/2 ton Chevy truck, attached some cabling between their truck and the frame of the Sportage, I put ‘er in reverse, and they pulled me out right quick.  A large Dodge Ram pulled up after them.  People were lining up to pull a car out of the ditch!

Regardless, it was a brief yet interesting experience.  I complain occasionally about living in the middle of nowhere, but sometimes, you’re glad that’s where you are.  Thanks to Jeremy and Josh and their Silverado.  🙂