You Can't Rush These Things

I kept a few bottles of my current batch of stout apart from the rest during carbonation, and instead of the cool corner where I usually let them sit a couple of weeks, I let them in a box next to a heating vent - basically the warmest place in the apartment.  In theory, the yeast will work faster in this warmer environment (although possibly producing some off flavours), so they might have carbonated faster than the bottles in the closet.

In reality, not so much.  They're quite drinkable despite my refrigerating them before the other bottles, but they're not really fully carbonated.  A bit of fizz, but not much in terms of head.  Acceptable but hardly ideal.

This blog is pretty ugly, not green-on-yellow ugly but certainly not pleasing to the eye, which is one of the reasons I don't use it much - it's not someplace I want to spend a lot of time.  I'm in the process of trying to make it less ugly, but it's going to take a while.

Originality is Overrated.

Or so I choose to believe after discovering that a project I've been working on much more closely mirrors history than I had previously been aware.  This isn't the first time such a thing has happened, in fact.  I'm still trying to figure out if it could be helpful in this case, or if it's a distraction I ought to put aside.

On the other hand, I discovered a good third of a bottle of forgotten ginger wine in the back of the fridge tonight and am going to sleep very soundly indeed.