Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The Beer Brewing Fantasy

From the moment our parents gave us our first beer, which have been captivated by the vile concoction. At one point in our lives, we realize we can probably do ourselves the material. For beer lovers, which occurs early in our careers.

We are pleased and just can not forget it. In short, we are trying to figure out how we can rebuild. It would be easier just to go buy what was it that made us wild. But, what is grace?

The thing is that when I was younger, I thought the perfect beer was a great store with images through which the eye could reach. A hundred different kinds of beer brewing in a given time. You can just walk with your cup and the inclination of the key. Pour your favorite beer cold and ready to drink.

I've grown since then. But fantasies have yet to evolve with the person. Not only are dormant for years until finally we are one hundred percent correct in our perceptions. Imagine if a brewery was about four and still images each were still about four or five scantily clad supermodels heat comes from the stills.

Of course, the fantasy of being able to climb to a level, and serve me a cold beer at any time, remains an important part of my dream. If this could happen would be happier. Well, that and walking half-naked supermodels.

But now, I have fully developed. Everything remains in place. It's just more realistic. I have supermodels sitting at the bar waiting patiently for us beer hero masters to let them know the last batch is ready. Pour cool wall where the key is now.

Behind the wall there are three stills that have three different tasting beers. Depends on time of year is about what you are brewing, but tastes are always works of art of special blends of our worship supermodels.

Now that's a fantasy. But seriously, I'm fine with my setup brewing right behind my start bar. What used to be the laundry room when I first built the extension of the house. However, I talked my wife into putting up the laundry room so I could have that space for me.

She objected at first. However, it makes so much sense. When we are doing the laundry, take the clothes down the hall and there are none, instead of up and down the stairs. Also, my small brewery is right behind my bar. I have not got far to go either. Now if I were to say, it could be fantasy enough for me.



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