OK, maybe not, but here I am. Not being retired from blogging.
Let me get you up to date on my brewing activities because they have been plenty.
Tonight, I once again pulled off an evening few would be able to do. I did all of the following without my wife's help as she was out supporting the family:
I fed 4 kids (corn dogs, sweet corn, corn chips, see a theme here. They love that type of stuff)
I entertained 4 kids until the Olympics came on. Then I made popcorn for a snack. I vacuumed up a lot of popcorn my 1 year old dispersed.
I got 4 kids to bed. PJs, stories, brushed teeth, potty, everything.
I brewed two beers. An American Pilsner lager and and Czech Pilsner. One extract and one partial mash.
I sanitized 4 carboys.
I racked a 10 gallon batch of beer to two 5 gallon carboys and dry hopped them.
I emptied the dishwasher.
I filled the dishwasher.
I cleaned my 10 gallon carboy.
It was a busy night and I'm ready to finally drink a homebrew and relax.
So, I was thinking to myself that after a night like this, I'm pretty super. And that reminded me of a story.
When I was young (around 4-6 years old) I loved Superman. Who didn't? One day I was playing in our basement, and I decided to declare my admiration of Superman to the world by writing a bold statement in red crayon on the white basement wall. I wrote:
I love Supper man
My mom was not amused in the least. She also pointed out that I wasn't a very good speller. But, in the end, it turned out to be prophetic. Well almost. I don't love Superman as much now days, but I sure do love supper, man.