Oh how I long for a home brewed beer.
I fester in my chair, staring, and fidgeting at my recipe book
Yeast cells dance in front of my eyes, hop vines grip my forehead, the smell of malt is overwhelming
Have I gone mad? Has the lack North West style beers driven me over the edge?
The only cure I can think of is to brew the largest IPA ever created
It must include four, no eight styles of hops
It must be balanced with the sweetness of Belgium malt
It must suck every taste bud dry so that I will have no choice but to have another then another
Until I run out
Until the need returns
