It’s that time again.
For my sister’s wedding over three years ago Paul (and I, kind of) brewed, bottled, and made personalized labels for about 120 bottles of beer. Paul hasn’t brewed anything since we moved to Kentucky.
Until this weekend.
The 5 gallons of American IPA glugging away in the corner. The house filled with warm grapenut smell. Paul’s rants about Reinheitsgebot.
Yum. It’s good to be back.