Old Scrot Porter

Man, I haven't posted on the blog in a while. I need to do better!

Liz is doing fine resting at home. Her mom and dad have been staying with us and are helping around the house. That is a huge help because I can go to work and not worry about Liz staying at home all by herself. Her parents went out of town this weekend so Liz and I spent a nice quiet weekend on our own. I worked in the yard on Saturday until it started raining and then I listened to the craptastic NCSU vs. Maryland game. I multi-tasked by listening to the State game on the radio and watching the LSU game on TV (Liz's parents both went to LSU) and let's just say that I didn't find it be a good day for football on Saturday!

Now, I'd like to try and get back to the rambling poo to which many of the patrons of this blog have become accustomed (I think that may even be correct English! I didn't end the sentence with a preposition!)

Three weeks ago yesterday I brewed a new batch of beer. This is my most adventurous brew yet and you'll see why when I got through some of the ingredients. The recipe I found and followed was originally called Goat Scrotum Ale. With a name like that, how could I not try to brew it? The ingredients list looked like (and note this is all from my head so I may miss some things):

• 5 lbs. dark dry malt extract


• 1.75 pounds crushed grain




• 1 lb. crystal malt


• .5 lb. dark patent malt


• .25 lb. roasted barley




• 1 lb. corn sugar


• 1 cup brown sugar


• 1 cup molasses


• 2 oz. hops


• 2 oz. fresh grated ginger


• 4 oz. unsweetened cocoa poweder


• Ale yeast

That's right. This beer has everything but the kitchen sink in it! It should be very interesting and it'll be ready to bottle in the next couple of weeks.

It's a porter style beer and I've decided to call it Old Scrot Porter. In the fine tradition of some of my other Blue Ball Ales, I'm sure this one will also be an explosion in your mouth!

And what blog would be complete without a silly ramble...talking of scrotums (which I must say that I don't do very often) reminds me of sitting in left field at Southwestern Randolph High School as a freshman on the JV baseball team. Andy Conway was in center field and there was some jackass sitting in the first base bleachers that was heckling us. I mean really! Who heckles at a JV baseball game! So Andy finally gets tired of the guy and yells out, "Lick my scrotum, big boy!" I don't think I've ever laughed so hard on a baseball field!