I wasn’t interested in Homebrewing…

Monks in a cellar. Joseph Haier 1816-1891

(Or, Part 1 of How I Got Started with Homebrewing)

Frankly, I’d never seriously considered doing homebrewing myself (until I found a small kit at a thrift store).

Over the years, I knew and met people who did homebrewing. I liked to drink their beer while feigning interest in their “creative process”.

But seriously, it was still moderating interesting, and I did ask a couple of specific questions about their brewing.

An awesome co-worker brought in some of his brews a few times, and even did classes (which I didn’t end up going to… I know, so many missed opportunities). On one sampling occasion, I asked about the few things that intrigued me about homebrewing. Can you save money on beer by making it yourself? I appreciated his honesty that it really wasn’t about saving money, but more about the craft. In fact, it can become an expensive hobby.

Are those decorative keys? I can see why they’d have to lock the brew room….

I, in turn, recipriocated with honesty, saying that if I couldn’t save money doing it myself, I wasn’t really interested. I didn’t want to bother. I like my cheap Euro beer, which costs around $2 per tall can. (I enjoy craft beer too, but not all the time.)

However, I did appreciate the spirit of “doing it yourself” at home. I liked the concept of self-sufficiency. In a post-apocalyptic world, at least I can make some beer.

I also liked the idea of participating in an ancient and traditional practice. I’m not a history guru on brewing, but I like picturing monks brewing in medieval monasteries.

But I didn’t like the idea enough to go out and spend a bunch of money on starter kits.

… Until the fateful day I saw the small kit in the thrift store. Obviously, this was the hand of the Brew God at work.