A few weeks back, I posted about how I had tried home brewing for the first time. Which really consisted of Nate reading the recipe and telling me what I needed to do.
It was my intention to whip up a red ale, something both the missus and I enjoy. I'll save making a stout for when I have more than one batch going.
Anyways, we bottled it up a couple of weeks ago and I've been not so patiently waiting for it to mature and carbonate since. To be honest, I cracked a few open before it was technically ready, so I've had a sampling of it in various stages of drinkability.
Well, today makes it official: one can actually drink it and enjoy it. Not the greatest thing I've ever tasted, but hell, it tastes like beer. Nate, however, has yet to drink it, so I don't know if I've made it into the club yet or not.
The pic is of, obviously, the red ale I'm about to drink. As far as a red goes, it's pretty dark. I've got a wheat beer fermenting in the bucket right now, and hopefully in a few weeks I'll have something that tastes like a Blue Moon. And yes, it's no coincidence that I turned the glass so it proudly displayed "Phillies," the current World Series Champs. Or as Chase Utley would say: "World Effin Champions!"