Location, location, location

SOOOO, I mentioned that Warren and his mentor, Rob, had started the brewing process. In their infinite wisdom, they decided that the first fermentation should occur in our family room. Hmmm. Not so bright. After the first of many "Thar she blows" all over the wall and down the sides of the carboy, we had to staple towels to the wall to keep it clean. The excessive fermenting continued non-stop all Sunday, which continued to amuse us, once we were over the initial shock. The house currently smells rather like a brewery. Rob assures us that this is normal. Really???

Morale of the story: Don't let men decide where to ferment their brew.