Sometimes you must snatch greatness from the jaws of “whoops.” Last summer, while teaching a brewing class, I lost focus and the mash got lightly scorched. To save the day, I turned to my “brewer’s pantry.”
The willful misrepresentation of the past by the German brewing industry is irritating. Giving the impression that German beer has been all malt since Moses was at school? Nothing could be further from the truth.