I may need to end this...
Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 12:34 pm
It is with great sadness that I note a horrible two weeks in my life. On Friday, September 16th, I had my first bottle bomb (I read that if you type it smaller it did not happen). Sob, sob. 33.8 beautiful ounces of Oatmeal Stout blew out the bottom of a Mr. Beer PET bottle. Mostly contained to one box, plus dripping, and a puddle on the basement floor.
Then, tragedy struck again. A week later another blew, this time a Rick Slobbers All Over. Again the 33.8 PET bottles, and again blew out the bottom. This one shot like a rock up in the plastic tub it was in, smacked the top against shelf above it, and sent beer 20 feet in all directions. THE HORROR, THE HORROR! I immediately put all remaining 33.8 PETs in the fridge, and will be tossing each as they are emptied. FYI, these were brewed nearly two months apart, and none of the other sizes have had any issues.
But, it gets worse. Last night had the neighbors over for a meet and drink, and the husband had an I Failed To Jump Over The White House Fence Honey Ale. When they left, 1/2 the glass remained. I commented on this to my wife, and poured it down the drain. About ten minutes later we went to sit down for some leftover pizza and I said "hey, where's my Porter?" This would be my No Lightfoot, a clone of the Edmund Fitzgerald Porter by Great Lakes Brewing, possibly the favorite of all my brews. My wife gasped and said "I thought that was his and poured it down the drain".
OH MY GOD! SHE POURED 1/2 A BEER DOWN THE DRAIN! After nearly 38 years together she still has not learned the importance of beer in my life?
I will be evaluating things over the next little bit to decide what steps I must take for the betterment of beer worldwide.
Then, tragedy struck again. A week later another blew, this time a Rick Slobbers All Over. Again the 33.8 PET bottles, and again blew out the bottom. This one shot like a rock up in the plastic tub it was in, smacked the top against shelf above it, and sent beer 20 feet in all directions. THE HORROR, THE HORROR! I immediately put all remaining 33.8 PETs in the fridge, and will be tossing each as they are emptied. FYI, these were brewed nearly two months apart, and none of the other sizes have had any issues.
But, it gets worse. Last night had the neighbors over for a meet and drink, and the husband had an I Failed To Jump Over The White House Fence Honey Ale. When they left, 1/2 the glass remained. I commented on this to my wife, and poured it down the drain. About ten minutes later we went to sit down for some leftover pizza and I said "hey, where's my Porter?" This would be my No Lightfoot, a clone of the Edmund Fitzgerald Porter by Great Lakes Brewing, possibly the favorite of all my brews. My wife gasped and said "I thought that was his and poured it down the drain".
OH MY GOD! SHE POURED 1/2 A BEER DOWN THE DRAIN! After nearly 38 years together she still has not learned the importance of beer in my life?
I will be evaluating things over the next little bit to decide what steps I must take for the betterment of beer worldwide.