Adventures in Brewing
Copyright© 2023 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 7
I ran out of carbon dioxide ... CO2 ... No CO2 ... no pressure ... no pressure ... no beer. Disaster!
I could use nitrogen but, I had been out of nitrogen for a week ... I hadn’t brewed my style of Irish Stout ... Guinness. For those who don’t know Guinness doesn’t carbonate ... no co2 ... those fine tiny brown bubbles are a product of nitrogen gas. I called my style Quininess ... because it was best for keeping malaria at bay.
I had no Quininess so I had no need for nitrogen.
I fear the malaria, I must brew it again.
I was brewing Scottish Brown Ale... 7.2% ... and very tasty. It needed co2 for finishing. Good head and steady bubbles.
Montana State plays American Football on Saturdays. I don’t know who they played ... but it was over before 3 o’clock. Then came the invasion ... and I ran out of co2. I called my local Gasses supplier.
“Quick ... I need a delivery of co2.”
“David ... we’re out,” said my friend. “Soonest Monday.”
“Nitrogen?”
“Nope.”
“What ever non toxic gas you have ... bring it. I have 25 slightly drunk MSU Cheerleaders,”
Here the governors daughter spoke up, “And most of the dance squad ... the flute section of the marching band ... and more coming.” It was a little fuzzy but she was still able to speak.
“Who was that?” asked my friend.
“The governors daughter.”
“Shit ... he’ll have my ass and license.” he ruminated... “Ok ... delivery coming right up ... can I stay?”
What? I’m gonna say no? “Sure,” I said.
The governors daughter said, “Hurry ... I can get you laid.”
He didn’t hang up. There was a bang as the phone hit the counter, I heard the door slam, a car-door slam, high revs on the engine and squealing tires on the pavement. I could hear second gear squawk ... but then he was too far from the phone.