The last two nights, the hop plants that I planted at the side of the house (3-years ago) have been ready for harvesting. I picked about 10 ounces of hops, so far. 10 oz doesn't seem like a lot, but if I harvest some more, I'll have enough for a 10-gallon batch of Imperial IPA!
The hops are of 4 different varieties: Cascade, Centennial, Willamette, and Chinook. The vines are all interwoven, so I have no idea which are which. Oh well, a "potpourri" hop addition to my brew is in order.
I find ways to enjoy life as much as I can. Also, life's too short to treat people poorly.
I'm into long runs in the park, consuming salt, popping blisters,
eating roadkill & tree bark, and burying whiners in shallow, unmarked
graves. I also enjoy designing trail race courses that would make the
Marquis de Sade blush.
A fun time for me would include banging muddy shoes together, setting
broken bones with a machinist's vise, and duct-taping-down any part of my
body that is bleeding or just flopping-about uselessly.
What helps me to be an active trailrunner and grandpa?
1) Daily sponge baths with bovine stem cells;
2) Copious amounts of delicious & nutritious homebrewed beer; and
3) My secret elixir...Bicarbonate of Figleaf.