After calling the fermentation sluggish on the Code Brown, this is what I wake up to. Sometimes you just get kicked in the pants. Not nearly as bad as when I dropped a bucket of leftover trub/yeast in the kitchen and the whole downstairs smelled like a frat party. Oh and at least my girlfriend’s $90 wool blanket wasn’t wrapped around it like it was a few days ago.
I’m a pretty easy going guy.