This morning I finally got around to bottling Jacky’s cider, which of course went into the carboy in early December (or was it late November?).  It tastes great, with a really nice tartness and a very light body.  I conditioned it with piloncillo, which will hopefully add a bit of molasses character to the final product.

Then Clint came over and we botted our winter barleywine, which of course was originally supposed to be a fall barleywine.  Originally we planned for something overloaded with pumpkin and all the spices you associate with it, but we got lazy (and I got busy).  So then we said “Oh well, let’s do a winter barleywine” and so we kept the malt and hop bill and just changed the adjuncts to: molasses, apples, orange peel, ancho chiles, canela, cloves, nutmeg, and allspice.  Then today we conditioned with piloncillo and dark sugar as a last ditch effort to cram in as much richness as possible.  The unconditioned beer is really great: light body (owing to our use of champagne yeast for a secondary fermentation to really eat up the sugar) and very rich flavor, leaning heavily toward the apples and orange peel, with a spicy kick in the throat at the end.  This one should be very tasty.

Upcoming projects:
A super secret beer I’m hoping to brew in the next week for a late March event, at least so that I can deliver bottles in some stage of conditioning.  Something with a very high ABV, but with a twist of some kind. Brainstorming to come.

Lavender-lime pale ale.  A really simple session pale but with lavender oil and lime leaves added.  Proportions of spicing to beer will be a bit tricky, I think.  Hops will have to be light on this one.

Tamarind IPA.  It’s happening, dagnammit!  This one has been in the pipeline longer than any other of my ideas, and I’m finally going to do it this spring.  I’ll have to decide on a really floral hop so as to not add too much to the tamarind’s bitterness.  Or I could just go overboard and make it as bitter as possible.

Another batch of Xoco.  This beer is f’ing awesome.  The exact quantities of xoconostle fruit that we used were never recorded, so that’ll be a bit of a guessing game.  But then it’d be pretty boring to just make the same beer again.  We’ll probably modify the recipe in some way, because really I think the success of this beer is really just that the xoconostle is such a great fruit to use with the typical Belgian yeast flavor.

An undecided summer beer.  Suggestions?

So Day 9 of my 12 day qualifying exam period just ended.  I’m doing pretty well, to the point where I feel comfortable saying I’ve just about finished.  Maybe a few revisions tomorrow, maybe not.

All three of my exam questions concern digital media in some way: a lit review/methodology of online ethnography, an ontology/phenomenology of digital music, and the changes to the musical commodity in digital media.  For the last 3 years or so, this is what I’ve done.  Digital media, digital music, online culture, online music, blah blah blah.  And then I realized, about 6 months ago, that I’m completely sick of it.  Beyond the practical difficulty of studying a moving target, I found that, quite simply, I have just stopped caring.  I’ve stopped caring about the cultures popping up around digital media, I’ve stopped caring about the technologies of digital media, and most distressingly I’ve stopped caring about the music I encounter via digital media.  Even music I used to love.  Even music that I currently love when I see it performed live.

I can’t exhaustively explain why this is.  I’m just really not totally sure.  I’ve dealt with a lot of the relevant issues in my papers on ontology/phenomenology and object/commodity status.  But nowhere in those papers do I attack digital media the way I find myself doing in conversations with my peers and day-to-day engagements with music.

As an experiment, a desparate attempt to reinvigorate my passion for music, I’ve been exploring the question of format in these past few days (I suppose there’s nothing like dealing with a topic you hate – and only that topic – for an extended period to get you thinking of evasive maneuvers), and the one that’s resonating with me right now is the 7″.  I don’t doubt that in a few weeks, when I’ve amassed a sizeable collection of these little bastards, I’ll suddenly say to myself “WTF?  Why did I think it was a good idea to invest in a format that requires constant interaction and, quite honestly, discourages extended listening sessions?”  I mean, really.  These things hold, what, 10-15 minutes of music at most?  And still, I can’t help but feel incredibly excited about this ridiculous inconvenience.

Maybe it’s because I have to physically intervene on a constant basis to keep the music playing.  Maybe it’s because the time constraints don’t let me sit back and space out.  Maybe it’s because I’m a consumer whore who uses objects to make my pathetic life more meaningful.  Probably a bit of them all.  But regardless of the reason, and regardless of how long this infatuation lasts, I’m really excited about listening to music in a way that I haven’t experienced in far too long.

I finally got around to bottling this, after brewing, what, almost two months ago?  The (still not quite finished) result is pretty outstanding.  Flavors are pretty basic: malt, a tiny bit of hops, and a good shot of smoky bacon.  All in all it’s amazingly well balanced – nothing about it screams OMG BACON.  You can’t miss it, but it doesn’t punch you in the mouth.  And the flavors all go surprisingly well together.  The smoke flavor makes the hops into more of a grassy bitterness than any kind of citrus or floral flavor.  And since grain goes so well with bacon anyway…

I can’t wait for this one to finish conditioning.  It’s remarkably clear, at least based on how hazy Mk I was.  With proper carbonation and two more weeks of mellowing, it should be pretty darn awesome.

Up next for bottling is the hard apple cider, which I’ll condition with brown sugar.  Then, of course, comes the spiced barleywine.  Good times ahead.

if this works, I can officially post from my phone. Score!

Yet another beer post.  At least it’s something, right?

Pope of Chile Town is by far the riskiest beer I’ve done to date, and by and large it has failed.  The intent was to make a super strong beer (>10%), something like an imperial pale, and flavor it with TONS of chiles.  Serranos, japoneses, guajillos, and anchos.  I think it was… 30 chiles for the 2.5 gallon batch.

About 2 months after brewing (in summer 2008), it was terrible.  Most bottles had effectively zero carbonation, with others having somewhere between 5 and 10 bubbles total.  (Inconsistent carbonation has been a recurring issue for me, especially on smaller batches.  Still trying to pin down the cause.)  The flavor was primarily sweet, supported by the incredibly thick body, with a good amount of chile flavor and heat.  The worst part about it was the debris, which would never stay in the bottle.  It seemed almost… salty…  Maybe salty isn’t the right word, but it’s a bit more descriptive than disgusting.

Anyway, I just opened a bottle in the interest of dumping out the entire batch (in an effort to clean out the brewing closet).  Amazingly, there was a satisfying fssst, and so I had to pour a bit of it.  Bubbles!  Carbonation!  Then I had to taste it.  Chile!  Chile!  Chile!  And alcohol!  Still a tiny bit of that cloying sweetness, but verging on the maple syrup-ness like William and I experienced with our very old beers.  It was actually pretty damn satisfying, though slightly hampered by the almost overwhelming chile flavor.  That’s when I made my mistake: I poured the rest of the bottle.  All the debris poured out, ruining the beer with that bizarre salty grossness.

It seems pretty lame to have a beer where you can only pour out half the bottle before the flavor gets ruined.  I think I’m just going to dump the rest down the drain, and perhaps shed a little tear in the process.  Maybe I’ll take the bottles actually go fssst and pour half of them into a glass, then drink that and get really toasted.

Update: Only one other bottle had a fssst.  That means the batch had higher than a 90% failure rate (with carbonation being a major component of success).  Ouch.

This is my last brewing-related post for at least the next week.  Yesterday Clint and I brewed up a seasonal barleywine which we’re hoping will be ready in time for my end-of-quals celebration on Feb. 1.  If all goes to plan, it’ll be around 11-11.5% ABV.  We spruced it up with molasses, orange peel, apples, cloves, canela, and allspice.  It smelled pretty amazing during the boil!  It’ll sit for a bit over a week with plain old ale yeast, then we’ll sucker punch it with some champagne yeast at the end to really eat up a ton of sugar and hopefully lighten up the texture a bit.  We’re very excited about this one!

Two new brews into the carboy on Sunday.  Well, one brew and one straight ahead apple cider + yeast dealie.  It’s my first time doing hard cider, so I really have no idea what to expect.  I had initially wanted to make a hard ponche, since this’ll be ready right around Xmas and all and it would actually involve some work and creativity, but Jacky specifically requested a simple fruit cider.  And since she’s coming back after a 3 month research trip, I figured I’d indulge her.  Just this once.

Also brewed up BaconBeer mkII.  This one is just simply bacon.  And more bacon.  None of that fruit crap that got in the way with the first batch.  To start: I took Bill’s advice and soaked the bacon (2 lbs this time) in the brew water for a few hours.  This gave the water a simultaneously pleasant and disconcerting smell.  Then I removed and dried the bacon.  Once it was ready, I fried it up, making sure to collect everything that came out of the pan.  I then added the bacon grease to the water and began the boil.  Then went the grain bag, into which I put not only grain but also cooked bacon.  This then soaked in the hot water for approximately 30 minutes.  At the end of the brew, the wort had an aroma of cereal grain and bacon, which, let’s face it, is a pretty awesome combination.  The carboy is currently extremely active, again with the characteristic fatty layer up top.  I hopeful for this one.

Today I submitted my petitions to fully satisfy all coursework requirements.  This means, assuming they’re accepted, that I’m all ready to qualify in January.  Speaking of which, time to get back to writing.  FOREVER.

Last night at a little dinner party, William and I cracked open the last remaining bottles of our very first forays into homebrewing, from July and August of 2007.  Batch #0001 was called “West Coast Pale Ale,” a HomeBrewMart starter recipe.  At the time we noted the beer was very “safe,” that is to say very boring.  Very little alcohol, with very mild flavor (at least it was a balanced mild!).  #0002 was our first “recipe,” “Continual Surveillance,” a pretty good West Coast-style IPA complete with dry hopping.  Decent alcohol (~6.5%), good IBUs, and all around good flavor.

Fast forward 27 months, and these beers were vastly different.  Extremely different from when we tasted them at one year of aging.  Both took on a darker color and gained an interested maple syrup-like flavor.  #0002 was a little brighter from the original hops, but in terms of obviously recognizable hop flavor they were more or less the same.  Alcohol flavor was there, but almost as a component of the maple syrup-ness.  Really, really weird.

As for new beer, we also opened up a few bottles of the new xoconostle brew, a Belgian golden flavored with xoconostle fruit.  Very light body, nice yeasty funk, nice sugary sweetness and nice fruity tartness.  I think we did a pretty good job with this one.

I also made a couple of new salsas last night: a serrano/lime salsa that was delicious, and a tomato/pequin salsa that came out much milder than I had anticipated.  I guess I overestimated the impact that the little suckers would have on a whole batch.

I’ve just about recovered fully from a pequin chile.  This little thing, barely the size of my pinky nail, packed a mighty wallop.  It had a very nice bright, herbal and somewhat citrus-like flavor for about 3 seconds before the heat kicked in.  And, probably owing to the minuscule size of the chile, it was an intensely focused heat.  Not like a serrano or something where the sheer amount of fruit means that the capsaicin gets everywhere.  I can still feel the pain localized on about a quarter of my tongue, one side of my throat, and barely into one ear canal.  Good stuff!

Chiles

Beautiful, beautiful chiles!  Given to me by a friend of my dad’s, probably the best part about this particular Thanksgiving.  And I only know the bookends: the far left chile is a pequin, a tiny sucker about 5 times spicier than a japaleño; the far right chile is a bhut jolokia, aka the spiciest mofuckin’ chile on the planet.  As for the insides, I’m not sure – the long skinny one is some kind of bird’s eye, whether it’s Thai or African I have no idea.  And the more bulbous chile, I’m completely unsure.  All I know at this point is that it’s probably very spicy.  Any ideas?

As for how to use these – I have no clue.  I’m sure the three on the left will work well in the food I make normally, albeit in much smaller portions than I would normally use with, say, jalapeños or serranos.  I’d love some suggestions about how to use the bhut jolokia in particular, though of course I’m always up for food suggestions in general.

To be honest, I can’t wait to try making something with them.  Chiles are one of my favorite things ever.  It can be such a cathartic experience to consume massive quantities of capsaicin, to the point of inducing a sort of spiritual experience.  One of the first times I made salsa was a catastrophic culinary failure but caused such intense pain that all I could do was sit down and accept it, think about it, feel it moving through my head and indeed entire body.  On another occasion I ate a piece of habanero, mostly to prove something to my father-in-law, and was quite surprised to feel the pain move very (even painfully) slowly from my mouth to my throat and finally into my ears.  It was an amazing experience of my own body, in a way that other foods don’t normally induce.  I just hope I can have many more such experiences before the capsaicin finally tears a whole in my stomach lining and gives me a horrible ulcer.

Yay chiles!