Brother Bookboy swung by last night after work for some sausage meat meat balls in a tomato sauce. He’s counting the days until he gets to see his beloveds again, so we thought we’d try to take at least one small thing off his mind for the night. Dinner was great – I’m a big fan of Bill’s sausages, and anything that finishes with Parmesan is a winner in Kymbo’s book.
Anywho, the beer. It was time to open the first bottle of Derek Pilsner #1….
Whoops.
Derek was beautifully clear, a light golden colour. But that is where the beauty stopped. There was a noticable lack of carbonation, and a rather unpleasant taste on the outer edges of the palate. Thumbs down, all agreed.
But all is not lost. Today we had the combined first birthday for the remnants of our mothers group. Among the group was the Welcome Stranger, Rob. He is another relatively new homebrewer, and happened to bring over a few bottles of his plonk. We started with his Irish Stout, which was heavy and chocolatey – a delightful winters drink. After the Irishi Stout had warmed our cockles, Rob opened his Accidental Amber Pilsner. Another lovely beer, an unusually dark shade for a Pilsner, but wonderfully flavoursome and bubbly. We explained our sad sad Pilsner to Rob, and discovered that he had used the same recipe as we had (with the exception of his Amber Malt), and the only difference was that his Pilsner had been in the bottle for an extra few weeks. So we’ll be leaving Derek in the cupboard for another few weeks, and maybe have another crack at it around the time of the Australian Sheep and Wool Show.
No photos yet, we were a little too distressed last night to bother with the camera.
