Precious cargo
I drove back to Atlanta from Nashville yesterday afternoon. The traffic was horrendous.
And since I was transporting 4 yeast vials, I obviously felt like some kind of helicopter pilot for LifeFlight or something. Except my helicopter was a Civic. And the heart I had to keep alive for transplant was yeast. Nonetheless, the metaphor holds. I had to keep that yeast cool. I was transporting a living organism.
I am important.
[Come on by tonight. We'll be brewing a stout and consuming our Swashchuckler IPA and Lumberjack Stout.]
Jonathan, Joel & Jeff
November 27th, 2007 at 7:15 am
You think that’s bad? My brewery is at my brother-in-law’s place, but I often make yeast starters at home. So I have to drive 25 miles to his place with a full Erlenmeyer flask… Most of the time I wish I could drive 30 mph in the slow lane with my hazards on, but I’m too worried that might draw attention to me. As it is, I just wait for the first time I get pulled over with that sucker… That’ll be an interesting conversation with a cop!
Cop: “So, you have beer in your car. You know that’s against the law, right?”
Me: “Well, you could say that, but it’s not actually beer anyone wants to drink, so it’s not really an open container, right? Oh, and it’s unhopped, so it’s more of a malt liquor… Wait, did I just say that?”
November 27th, 2007 at 3:51 pm
If you get pulled over, just pour it all over him and drive off. Those yeasties will be so active that I wouldn’t be surprised if they skeletonized him in like 4 minutes. It’s a well-known fact that yeast cells are the piranhas of the molecular world.