Then, put 10 gallons of ale...and a cock into two quarts of sack, and put to it five pounds of raisins of the sun – stoned; some blades of mace, and a few cloves.
"The Closet of the Eminently Learned Sir Kenelme Digby Kt. Opened,” 1677.
"Just kegged ten gallons of New Albion Pale Ale. Every brew my wife touches turns to delicious perfect guzzle. I just hold the baby and we burp at her. Is it wrong to have a pint right out the fermenter?"
I said this today to my dogs while auto-siphon pumped sweet nectar into my mouth.
Thanks to Jack McAuliffe, Don Barkley and 1976 for kicking so much proto-craft brew ass. Read the lore that got me here, here and here.
