michael kors canada Homebrewing Stack Exchange

Homebrewing Stack Exchange

It seems like most people buy a lot of equipment and then start with 5 gallon extract kits. The reasoning behind this seems to be that extract kits are easier and take less time to brew (and have fewer opportunities to make mistakes), and most recipes are calibrated for 5 gallon batches.

However, I’ve also read that it’s perfectly possible to brew smaller quantities. For me, this would be cheaper (I don’t have to buy a huge kettle or propane burner, and I can ferment in wine or apple juice jugs), and when I inevitably screw something up I don’t have to drink two cases of bad beer. Also, I can try more different things at once (since one gallon fermenters are smaller and cheaper).

Does this sound manageable for a first time brewer, or are there good reasons why everyone seems to start with $100+ worth of equipment and a five gallon extract kit?

However, keep in mind that there’s nothing magical about 5 gallons. Sure, you get two cases of beer in return, but you can scale any 5 gallon recipe to a 1 gallon recipe by simply dividing all ingredients by 5.

I would suggest you get your feet wet with a 1 gallon extract and steeping grains batch. This would be faster and easier than BIAB, and it would be a great way to try out brewing. At this scale, the cost difference between extract and grain is pretty low (remember: 1 pound of grain has less sugars than 1 pound of extract). If you like brewing, BIAB would only be a bag away, and you could start this on your very next batch.

Buy an 8 gallon stainless brew pot. This will allow you to do an occasional 5 gallon batch should you like a recipe, as well as when you are ready to move up you will already have it, it still works great for 2 gallons (not for 1 though, its too wide). This will be the most expensive thing you have to get.

Buy the biggest, strongest BIAB bag you can find. I like the ones from austin homebrew but there are many others. 1 large bag is enough for 15lbs of grain so again it will work for your 2 gallon batch or a 5 gallon batch.

Get a small ice chest. This is where I modified my BIAB routine. I still keep the grains in the bag but I mash inside a small ice chest because it keeps the heat for a full hour. The taller ones work best for small batches, and its nice to have the whole to drain out of into your pot. You probably already have this.

You will need something to ferment in. The best way to get 1 gallon glass jars is buying sangria at your local grocery store. I can usually get a gallon of it in a glass jar for $9. A 1 gallon empty from the brew store is $6. You will want 2 3 of them. (The third is just in case you overshoot your quantity a little, or want to ferment multiple batches)

you will also want an auto siphon, funnel, stir stick, 3 piece air locks and stoppers (6.5 size fits those 1 gallon jugs, if I remember right). Then 1 or 2 liter/20 oz soda bottles make great cheap bottling items. All of these items are needed for any size batch.

It sounds like a bit of equipment but you may already have some, and it should be fairly inexpensive to get them all.

Boil 3 gallons of water in your pot for an hour on the same stove you are going to use. How much water did you lose? I need to start with 3 gallons to end up with something like 1.8 gallons after mashing and boiling.

Do you have a scale to measure your hops? At such small amounts slight mis measures make a larger difference.

1 gallon batches is VERY hard to get the s michael kors canada ame amount of water at the end of boil. How vigorous you boiled makes a much bigger difference is such a small amount of wort. This is the biggest reason why I moved up to 2 gallons.

Brew in a bag is perfectly manageable for a first time brewer. It’s pretty straightforward, and if you already have the equipment for a small batch that michael kors canada ‘s perfect.

I started with a 5 gallon kit and then wondered why, once I discovered brew in a bag.

There are a couple of things to watch out for though, because in my experience if the batch is too small it becomes difficult to control.

Bear in mind that a lot of water is lost in the brew process. It evaporates off during the boil, is soaked up by the grains, and also by the trub (hop and yeast debris in the fermenter). For some reason these losses, especia michael kors canada lly to evaporation, seem to be exaggerated in small brews.

To end up with 1 gallon of beer you may need to start with 1.5, or more. I once tried to make a 3 litre batch (0.8 gallons), but bottled just 1 pint. If you stop the boil from getting too vigorous that should help.

Also, small differences in quantity of ingredients have a bigger percentage effect on the flavour than they would in a bigger brew.

To match a particular recipe, or brew a succes michael kors canada sful beer again, you’ll need some fairly accurate scales. The make a 1 gallon kit with all equipment necessary to brew a batch and it is designed for people on a budget and people who don’t have a ton of space, or for people who just want to try it. They sell the equipment kit and whole bunch of recipes for it. for $40 you get the equipment and you first recipe kit and recipes are just $15. You should already have a brew pot big enough to boil 1 gallon of wort.

And, after you try it and realize you like it, you haven’t invested a lot of money into equipment you wont use again because the 1 gallon ‘carboy’ fermenter would be well suited to using to make yeast starters in the future.

Edit: Sorry, realized I only addressed the budget part of the question, not the BIAB part. I don’t see why you couldn’t scale any recipe down from 5 or 10 gallons to do a 1 gallon batch for brew in a bag.

Brooklyn Brew Shop is a cool startup company that exclusively sells 1 gallon all grain kits. They are basically BIAB, though they use a strainer in their demo video because it’s not a lot of grain. They are very popular and the company is doing well. They have some great videos on their site showing the process. The equipment included is a one gallon glass jug, a screw top topper and airlock, tubing, clamps, racking cane and sanitizer. You can get all this stuff from any online homebrew store and most local shops as well. The ingredients include milled grains, hops, dry yeast and sometimes extras (spices). The kits with equipment are $40 and ingredient kits are $15. You would still need a 2 3 gallon pot. Again, their instructions have you use a metal strainer for sparging, though you could easily do this with a mesh grain bag (or skip the sparge). You may be better off buying hops and yeast locally, they will be refrigerated and likely more fresh.

michael kors canada Homebrewed Unsweet Iced Tea

Homebrewed Unsweet Iced Tea

Every restaurant I have worked in uses a drip method for making iced tea. It comes in bags, you put the filter in, and then you turn the machine on. It doesn’t steep like teabags and the volume of tea leaves is maybe 2x what I would have used at home.

posted by Tchad at 10:36 AM on September 15, 2010

For the homebrew, I’ve switched to Twinings Cold Brew Ice Tea. Easy peasy with just a cold glass of water, and you don’t have to set out to make an entire pitcher beforehand. It really is a minor miracle, esp. at work. Quality stuff.

posted by Capt. Renault at 10:40 AM on September 15, 2010

My parents are both iced tea addicts (unfortunately sweetened, but they’ve been gradually cutting down the amount of sugar over the last few years, so that’s good). My mom used to make sun tea (tea bags in a large glass jar of water, steeped outside in the sun for several hours), but switched methods for expediency.

She now brews her tea (I’m not sure how many tea bags she uses per pitcher, but she just uses the regular old Lipton stuff) in a coffee maker. I don’t know if it’s the temperature the water gets to or what, but it makes for a much more concentrated flavor and tastes just like the industrial brewed tea you get at restaurants and such.

posted by phunniemee at 10:40 AM on September 15, 2010

To replicate the brewing process because I, too, like my ic michael kors canada ed tea, to have some flavor when unsweetened, in my iced tea pot brewer, I put in a coffee filter in the chamber where you put the tea bags which causes it to steep longer/stronger.

It can be messy, but michael kors canada it works.

posted by MCMikeNamara at 10:40 AM on September 15, 2010

I let mine michael kors canada soak overnight in the refrigerator. I use 3 4 bags per carafe.

posted by milarepa at 10:40 AM on September 15, 2010

I guess, I was assuming, also, that you were using one of these rather than the sun tea or any other brewing method, but based on response, I’d forgotten that there were other ways. I’m just so in love with my Iced Tea Maker and my family’s been using it for decades.

posted by MCMikeNamara at 10:42 AM on September 15, 2010

I’ve had the opposite experience my home brewed iced tea is usually much stronger flavored than chain stores, which generally tastes like water to me.

Here’s my process: 3 tbl. loose leaf tea to 32 oz of boiling water, steep for at least 4 minutes (we let it sit for 20 min once with no negative effects) and filter (I use my french press) over about the same the volume of ice keep adding ice to dilute to preference and leave in the fridge.

posted by muddgirl at 10:44 AM on September 15, 2010 [1 favorite]

I use two bags of very strong Assam tea per pitcher, steep them in a little boiling water for less than five minutes, t michael kors canada hen dilute this dark brew with ice and fresh cold water. Steep too long and it gets bitter. Use one bag, it’s not strong enough.

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As I’m going out of the apartment yesterday, zipping down the new huge coat cause it’s really freezing outside, my phone rings, I’m not used to it ringing, it almost never does, not on Friday evening anyway, for a second I think it might be someone who would want to come to movie night and is being late, but they usually not call me for that. The rest of the group, him and 3 more friends are already going down the stairs, on the way to a restaurant, realizing we are all hungry. I don’t recognize the number on the screen, and I answer with my American Hello, which is a calmer nicer version of the Israeli “Hallo?!”I’m hearing hebrew from the other side of the line, it takes me a sentence or two to recognize the voice on the other side, a friend from Israel, it’s a nice surprise, he’s telling me about quitting work today cause there’s not enough time in his schedule for both school and work and how he felt like he needs to concentrate more on school then on work. He’s asking me about what I’m doing tonight and I tell him about going out to eat and then going back to the apartment to watch a movie, I’m telling him about the New York weather and how it got so cold all of a sudden.And then he asks the big one, the big question that’s pecking in my brain all the time, the one that somehow is underneath all the other “how are you doing?” questions or at least, that’s how it feels to me. He asks about work, he asks about if I know what I want to do already. And somehow, that kicks me right in the soft belly. I tell him the truth, that I don’t really know, that I love making art as much as I can right now, but that no, I haven’t really taken it into any galleries or done anything with that. I really feel like after being honest about it, he should have the grace to leave me alone with it. But he doesn’t, he say “you have an amazing privilege now, being in New York, where all the culture is, you should make a book and sell it, it’ll be amazing” And I try to explain that it’s not as easy as he make it sound, and then, mostly out of anger I tell him that today with the internet he could do the same, he could make a book and send it to publishers over here and it’s not different then me at all, and he say that he can’t cause he’s busy with school and I get close to the restaurant and we end up the conversation.I don’t think he realize that his words hurt me, I think that as usual he wanted to be nice and his niceness often takes the shape of advice and that his advice, being that he doesn’t really understand much about the graphic design market or the art scene often make me feels like every thing’s supposed to be much easier then I think it is and how strange it is that I’m not an international success already and that this is all my fault. And hell, I can’t argue with that, cause the truth is that ever since I got here, I didn’t fail anything, and the only reason for that is that I didn’t really try.We sit at the restaurant, and we all talk, and someone ask me how I’m doing, and I talk about dealing with the emotions that marriage brought up, and that I’ve been making a lot of art as a result. But I feel like in those words I apologies, that I’m talking about feeling just to mask the fact that I can’t, like everyone else at the table, talk about work.At night, I sleep for over 12 hours, dreaming about abortions, and hospitals and pets I didn’t want and a lot of those things, and I wake up in such a foul mood, looking at my watch, it’s over 3:00 PM, which makes me feel even worst.I did so much stuff this week, I went figure drawing 3 times, I wrote a blog entry, I was working on a website, learning the program slowly from the book, I went to an exhibition opening I had a piece in, I wrote 2 letters, cooked a bunch of meals, finished a sketchbook drawing and started a new one, finished an audio book, found my way to a friend’s apartment on my own and realize I’m no longer scared about getting lost in New York and yet I feel like such a slacker, like I haven’t done anything.”Get a life, get a life, get a life” Some evil part of my brain is telling me, and I remind myself michael kors canada that a while ago, someone commented that in my blog and I thought about the fact that I was having quite a respectable amount of life, and that usually when people say “get a life” then just mean “get a better paying job so you don’t have the time to think so much” and then that evil part of my mind starts again “Get a job, get a job, get a job” and I remind that part of my brain that I already got a job, that I’m an artist and that this past month been very productive, that I made more art in it then I probably did in any other part of my life, and then it changes it’s tune again and say “get paid, make money, get paid” and I can’t really argue with that.I left work almost 5 months ago to come to New York, I’ve been here for the past 4 and a half month. I expected to be working by now, to be productive. “No” I remind myself again “You are productive, you are just not making money” but that sounds lame to me today. I should have been acclimated already, I should have been a tax paying productive member of society instead of go on living on my husband expense. I feel lazy, guilty, I feel like a leach. I don’t like fe michael kors canada eling this way. And it’s weird how something small as putting a financial value on what I do anyway for free making art, making illustrations, something technical as putting money in a bank account, would right now give me a whole meaning to life.I hate talking about money, I remember that this is where my therapy stopped, ages ago, with me and my therapist starting to approach the whole issue of money, and then, me stopping the therapy cause I felt emotionally strain by having a session with her and a couple therapy session as well, and I wonder if part of the reason I stopped was also cause I know I would have to deal with money now and I was too scared to do that. I hate thinking about money, I hate making it, I don’t even like spending it that much, but I do miss the sense of security that a study income provides, and I do miss the sense of accomplishment of an art piece or an illustration being paid for gives me. I miss it without ever having it before. Somedays I feel as if I work for flickr, like putting up images and people responding to it is the way I get paid by compliments or praises. like that artistic interaction is similar to the satisfaction of a client or my boss at the old office.I really don’t know what to do about it now “Get an agent” a practical part of my mind say” and then I answer michael kors canada “Maybe I need a better website before I do that” or “A better portfolio” or “just make a PDF file and e mail it” or “f you are doing then then better just make a CD and give it to galleries so you can be an artist and not settle for illustration” and the plan just falls cause there are too many things to do and I don’t know what’s the right answer is. And it all go back to having a better starting point, but then I realize that it’s not even a better starting point but a better me that I’m looking for, that I don’t see myself as being good enough for anything right now. And then my mind just go back to “get a life, ge michael kors canada t a life, get a life”.My computer’s not at it’s usual spot right now. It feels strange sitting at his desk which is taller then mine, and look through the window rather then have an over view if the room that is now behind me. The chair feels different under my ass and the noises that are coming from the outside, a truck in the distance, a beat of music from the downstairs studio going through the old heater pipes, the voice of Ben, the Neighbor’s son laughing as he crosses the hall sounds different, just on account of this different observation point.I’m tired, my whole body’s aching, I feel like I did a lot of sports last night, but I didn’t. My mind is half not working and half working too fast. I want to sleep, to take a nap, but laying down in bed for a while, I just couldn’t shut down my brain and rest. This under hyper awareness that is close to anxiety, but not really, just the feeling of not quite knowing where I am, who I am, what I feel, what I see, what I hear.I’m the background, from the speakers of his computer, the wedding mix that we’ve been working on for the past couple of weeks, it’s have about 90 songs in it, and certain parts of it I already know by heart, already knowing which song would come after which song. But right now the music sounds different to me, I find out new songs in it, that I didn’t even remember was a part of it. I’m making another cup of tea.I wonder around the apartment, trying to put things back in order, throwing out paper cups half filled with wine, setting the empty bottles of champaign and red wine in one corner, taking the fruits out of the fruit plate and putting them on the counter, filling the empty water jug with fresh water, putting aside the unused paper plates and cups. I want the apartment to look like it usually does, not as if a big event just happened here last night. I clean the table top, that in ordinary days I use as a desk with a sponge. The only present that we opened I put aside, folding the thin blue wrapping paper and ribbon and putting aside the box.In the middle of the room still stand the Chupa, It’s blue and made of thin fabric, much like that wrapping paper I just folded, and spray painted with a million ravens in a spinning vortex with our two stars in the middle. I stand under it and realize as I have in many moments today “We just got married, we are husband and wife now” My thumb slide over the wedding band on my left hand, which I’m still very aware off, my skin isn’t used to the feeling of wearing a ring yet. My eyes drift to the bed, looking at him as he move and stretch in his sleep, still in jeans and sweatshirt, he turns his face from me and wrap himself with the blanket.What was I expecting to feel today? I don’t quite know, what am I feeling mostly weariness, tired, overly excited and worn down. The past couple of weeks had been so exhausting, with wedding preparation and wedding emotions, with fear of the future and happiness of the present and reflection of the past. With trying to figure out so many substantial ideas, such as relationship, marriage, love, forever, family, and so on. And suddenly, it’s over. Not really over cause I still have my life and they are still the same as they were, only different. There are still things to take care of, phone calls to make, gifts to open, e mails to write. There are a whole bunch of errands and plans that kept getting pushed to “After the wedding”.Yesterday, as people were starting to arrive, trying to get both a friend and my sister to have camera connection with me, being stressed about things going wrong, about people not coming or not enjoying yourself. I was noticing everything. I was half writing this blog entry in my mine, making sure I don’t forget anything, not forget how beautiful everybody was and how moved I was by them being there, to celebrate with me. But as more and more people came in, I got so moved, so swept away by the magnitude of my emotions I didn’t remember to tell myself the story of that moment. It was one of those very rare moments for me, in which I just exist, just am, not thinking, not analyzing my life as I live them, but simply, being, and simply, being happy.We stood under the Chupa, as the rabbi was speaking, just the tree of us, with some family and friends all around us. He was talking, reading from the “song of songs” and from a Bob Dylan song. It was beautiful, and moving. I was so excited I can’t even remember the exact words. Something about us being so open with out life we bring our whole community into it, and I was looking at the computer screen and on my two friends in Israel looking at the wedding and I’m thinking of our blogs and photos and how the love that we share inside, as deep at it goes also seem to project outside and wrap the entire world. And he’s talking farther about how like this wedding, that is jewish but at the same time, is very much our own and how we do things our way. And a part of me is agreeing with that while another part is really amazed at the wonderful things he sees in me and I feel proud to be a part of this union, a part of a life time of doing things our own way that is ahead of us.3 hours after I wrote this, I wake up from a nightmare, I fell asleep eventually and let some of the stress come up to the surface. I dreamed about us, living in the apartment we are in now, only it looked just like my grandparents old house. I dreamed about loosing a couple of my teeth just having them fall out like baby teeth, and I’m holding them in my mouth cause I don’t know what to do with them. And I’m scared about telling him that the teeth fell out, like that makes me some backward neglectful person, and I don’t know what dentist to call and whether to wait for my visit to Israel to have them fixed or to go to a dentist in New York. And then, taking the teeth out of my mouth, I see that they almost melted down in my mouth like candy and are now just a see throw shell, and that scares me so much I throw them out to one of the plastic bags I was gathering the garbage from the wedding into earlier today.And Then I get a phone call from a friend in Israel, he say hello and then he disappear, I can hear him breathing on the other side of the line, heavily, like he is either asleep or very ill. And I try to wake him up yelling into the phone but he just keep breathing. I let the phone down and going to open the windows, cause suddenly it’s just so hot in the room and even though I let the phone down I can still hear his breathing. And I don’t know what to do.After waking up, I feel better, still tired and stressed but like I slept for hours and hours. Only then I realize that I was so stressed before.We planned to take a day off today and just be together doing nothing, as it turned out, we took a day of entirely just sleeping and resting not even being with each other, not even being with ourselves. Just taking time, I guess to process everything. I still feel tired and numb, I’m scared, I know it’s going to change in a day or two, that I’ll feel creative and passionate and happy and full of life, but it scary to get married and feel so empty afterwards.