Of Course, She Was a Mother

If you are ever in Hinton, Alberta, I strongly recommend the Olympia Restaurant.  Not only is it the best Greek food I've ever had (the lamb mantza is ideal after a day in the Rockies), but it's really, really friendly.  The second night we ate there (of course we went back), the hostess actually brought me extra food, because she "know[s] how boys need to eat."

My kind of place.

New Logo = Changes Coming

I have a pretty nice apartment here in Edmonton.  Much nicer than anyplace I've had myself before.  That's good, in its way, but it does have an unfortunate tendency to show up all my actual stuff, so I'm having to make some changes.  For example, I now buy furniture instead of finding it by the side of the road.  It takes some getting used to.

Regular readers (that means you, Ma), will spot the new logo up above!  This piece of artwork is obviously not the work of my own cracked and crooked claws, I commissioned it.  The only trouble with it is that, like the apartment, it shows up everything else I've got, so now the blog is being redesigned (within the limits of my abilities).  The content will hopefully receive a corresponding upgrade (to actual content) someday as well.

That was fun, wasn't it?

Now that we've had some time to see what this blog is like when it's about writing, back to the beer for a little bit before I try that again.

We cracked open a bottle of the Bockenale at a barbecue on Saturday, just the one liter so everyone could have a little sample.  It's still technically green, since it had only gone into the fridge the night before and it really ought to sit a week after carbonation, but it was quite popular and people expressed interest in drinking it again.  Then they demolished a case of Lucky while we played bocce in the back yard, but you can't ask people to change overnight.

Bottling

Bockenale is bottled and carbonating now - I hope it's carbonating, anyway, time will tell.

The red colour has mellowed - you can really only see the red if you hold it up to the light, now - and the cidery acidity is gone, but it's still cloudy, and I think there's a hint of diacetyl.  That last is a little unexpected given the warm (for the yeast I used) fermentation temperatures and extra week in the secondary, but it's very subtle.  It could actually just be the vanilla.  You can't really taste the tarragon at all, I'd have to be doing a proper boil to make better use of it.  The end result is very smooth and pleasant, anyway (having a small uncarbonated glass before I wash up), and being more of an ale drinker I couldn't really give a toss about the clarity so I'm pretty pleased overall.  It is damn hard to make bad beer with one of these kits.

The more unexpected thing is that I seem to have gotten the gravity wrong in one of my earlier measurements, as it's now reading about 1.015 at 72F (before adding the priming sugar) which certainly doesn't correct to 1.01 at 60F.  Assuming my original gravity reading was correct, by no means a given, that brings the beer down to about 6.5% ABV, though if as I suspect my OG was also ~.005 low then the ABV is pretty much unchanged.

In other news, this is going to turn from a beer blog back into the writing blog I meant it to be over the next couple of weeks.  At least until carbonation is finished a week or so after that.