Brew It Yourself: Professional Craft Blueprints for Home Brewing

129 Pages·2014·16.172 MB·English

by  Jamie Floyd, Erik Spellmeyer

Professional Craft Blueprints for Home Brewing
Erik Spellmeyer
First Printing, October 1, 2014
All text is © Erik Spellmeyer, 2014
This edition is © Microcosm Publishing, 2014
All photos by Meggyn Pomerleau, except where noted,
taken at F.H. Steinbart Co. in Portland, Oregon.
In the DIY series
Microcosm Publishing
2752 N Williams Ave
Portland, OR 97227
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MicrocosmPublishing.com
ISBN 978-1-62106-665-1
This is Microcosm #161
Distributed worldwide by PGW and in England by
Turnaround
Edited by Joe Biel and Lauren Hage
Designed and illustrated by Meggyn Pomerleau
Fonts by Ian Lynam
Cover by Meggyn Pomerleau
This book was printed on post-consumer paper by
union workers in the United States.
For my father,
Craig Robert Spellmeyer
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by Jamie Floyd
What is your connection to beer?
If you’ve made it this far you are
connected to beer in some way. Human
relation to beer is as old as our ability
to write words. It has followed us through
millennia on our journey towards modern
civilization and helps us understand our past.
My first memories of beer are of my dad’s moisture-covered
Coors can on the back porch table on a hot Summer day in Cupertino,
California. He didn’t drink often, but when he did, he drank Coors
Original. Because of this, Coors reminds me of the carefree days of
being a kid and spending time with my family. But to my dad, who
spent five of his seven years in the Air Force stationed in Alaska, beer
was a way to pass the frigid days away. I found a picture of him with
his military buddies proudly huddled next to a five-foot pyramid of
empty Coors cans, carefully stacked.
Because of this, my family avoided the snow. My love of beer and
snowy conditions wouldn’t start until I fell in love with snowboarding
and a perfect pint of cask-conditioned Jubelale from the Deschutes
Brewery Pub during my college days in Oregon. Catching twelve
inches of fresh snow with some big carving fat airs, great friends, a
meal, and a pint of tasty ale at the end of the day warmed me up in
the pub. I still think of these fond memories every time I take a sip of
Jubelale. On the rare occasion I taste a Coors, I think of my dad. Why
is beer such an emotional reminder of other times in our lives?