Another week has come and gone, and our third batch is now sitting in Eric's basement. The little yeasties are yawning and rubbing their eyes. Billions of little faces look around and see: a feast! A smorgasbord of malty goodness, masterfully flavored with citrus and hops! A sea of sweet and delicious malty excellence surrounds and envelops their senses, and "the hunger" (a condition that strikes yeast, zombies, and Germans) takes control. It is not a pretty picture.
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