Three Weeks Later

First, a moment of silence for our little yeasty buggers, who gave their lives for our continued enjoyment.

But it would dishonor them not to appreciate the fruit of their labors, so on with the tasting!

Jim and I were unable to juxtapose ourselves for contrasting opinions of our creation, so we used the miracle of modern telecommunications to do a temporal if not spatial meeting and taste test.  We popped and poured in unison.

"Not bad," said I.

"Pretty good," replied Jim.

Mike also ventured a taste.

Initiating the pour.

Note the rich harvest-brown coloration.

Mike's hands are available for modeling.

Not the best pour.
We had to practice this sequence many more times
before Mike's hands finally got it right.

Lookin' good!

Available in two designer sizes.
But how sad.  Only one sip remains.

Another day, another satisfied connoisseur.
Kurt was so impressed, he left his bread and cheese behind.
I honored them by consuming them, posthaste.

The stock is almost gone.  Just a few remain.  The preferred course of action?  Consume them while making more, of course!

Whaddayasay, Jim?