Anyone else have the problem that your beer world has infiltrated your non beer world? We were doing some yard work recently and I was struck with an epiphany (for lack of a better word to tie it together).
I had just cut some dead limbs from one of our trees. While cutting them apart to make it easier for them to burn in our fire pit I suddenly remembered an example from one of my brewing books. This book compared chopping up a branch to chopping up starch by enzymes in the mashing process.
Was just one of those things that made me think “ya, its time for a beer.”
