The hops were good, the process went much smoother and the next day it would bubble like a rock star. Again, it's a West Coast ale. A slight variation on the last one, but with only one type of hops this time around. As before, I wish I had a recipe for you with the grains, but I can't read the handwriting again. I think I saw a 2, that's just about all I can make out. But the hops were Kent Goldings. Instead of two types of hops, we only used 2oz of one. From the smell of it, it should be plenty good.
So, last night it was time to bottle Beta. We had amassed quite an army of bombers, 12ers, and a growler. 638 oz of them. Of the 5 gallon possible batch we got about about 3.7 gallons. Not bad for our first time. Step One: wash the bottles.
They were presoaked, courtesy of my brewer roommate, J., for a few hours. Then I just pulled them out and peeled off the labels. The sticky stuff came off with a soapy sponge. Razor blades for the tough ones. Anchor Steam proved the hardest ones. The labels kinda dissolved instead of came off clean. Tasted delicious though.
J. sterilized the siphoning system, the hoses and the funnel in the sanitizing solution. Everything was left to dry on an alcohol-wiped industrial workbench (our dining room table). Next step was to turn on the oven at 170 degrees. I was cleaning off the bottles at the time and washing the inside. Definitely a bottle washer is going to be necessary in the future. Pop 'em in the oven for about ten minutes and they're good to go.
That bucket on the left is Olympic Ale settling. After the bottling it's going to be transferred into the carboy. Also, the phone just got back from a stay at the Yellow Cab lost and found department. Turns out I suspiciously lost it Saturday night. I vaguely remember a tall Asian guy named "Z." ... and not seeing a hardcore flute-rock band. But never mind; next was the glucose solution. Boil a cup of water, throw in the sugar and make a syrup. Pour it into the beer and stir with the siphon.
Next was to assemble the auto-siphon. It consists of a long plastic tube, another long plastic tube with a 90 kink at the top, a hose and a plastic bottom piece. J. pumped the siphon a few times. Nothing. No beer. Turns out you have to push the bottom of the filling apparatus to the bottom of the bottle to get the beer flowing. And flow it did. I poured a beer or two into bombers. It flowed very smoothly and bottling was remarkably easy. The bottom of the siphon was held at about 1/3 the way into the liquid. I relieved J. holding the siphon and let fellow brewing roommate, R., take over the bottling.
Done. J. is already asleep on the couch by the time we are finished. Now begins the arduous task of capping. Wait, let me back up. To sanitize the caps, we boiled some water on the stove and threw them in. This included the metal growler cap. Boil a few minutes and they're sterile.
There was a big red bottle capper to put them on. We practiced a few times on an empty bomber to get the feel right. It's easy, just don't push down too hard near the end. Instead try to keep the bottle steady while moving your hands as the capper stamps the metal lid. Over the next few weeks, the yeast eat the glucose, produce alcohol in the oxygen-free environment and, um, fart CO2. I could go into detail about how the yeast produce alcohol (alcohol oxidase), but that would be just boring.
The caps need to be on nice and tight. The CO2 production will cause outward stress on the bottle. If the cap is not on tight, your beer will explode like Praxis. Just make sure the shockwave hits Sulu, I hear he's in to that sort of thing. So we cap, cap, capped.
You have to be careful with the 12ozers. They can break if you put too much downward pressure. The growler was screwed on tight. The final tally: 13 bombs, 10 beers and a growler. The bottles were tucked under the table for the next three and a half weeks. They will be subsequently opened with great celebration during the 2008 opening ceremony.