I am beginning to learn that I have no control over the forces of nature or the rules of the universe. Water will only flow at a certain speed. Boiling will only occur at a certain temperature. Pumping must be done to defy the laws of gravity. Fermentation cannot be rushed. And so I have fallen into the rhythm of brewing-a meditation of sorts. The trickle of the water becomes a waterfall, the humming of the pump a bee and the bubble of the yeast like a stone into a pond. I feel Nirvana must be right around the corner.
Brewing from a woman’s perspective episode 2