Dad,
This Brews For You
Clarence "Butch" Leverentz ran a neighborhood grocery store back before
the invention of the supermarket. His little store was the center of the
community. When I was only five years old, his wife, my grandmother, first
introduced me to the magic of the beer bottle and chemistry. No, she did
not give me the full ones, although I do remember those occasional sips
at the bottom of the bottle which were handed out very sparingly. |
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Grandma knew that when you mixed an acid with a base, they created a violent
reaction. I think she learned this by making the absolute best molasses
cookies on the planet. Her recipe required that the dough sit and bubble
all on it's own while the ingredients reacted with each other. She showed
me how to make a cork rocket with vinegar, baking soda, a piece of tissue,
a cork, and of course, an empty beer bottle. You pour an inch of vinegar
into the bottle, then push the tissue into the neck to block it up. A tablespoon
of baking soda is placed on top of the tissue. The cork gets pushed into
the bottle tightly. The rocket engine is now ready. To launch the cork
you simply turn the bottle upside down until the tissue soaks and the baking
soda drops into the vinegar. Turn the bottle right side up and run. I spent
two or three summers shooting corks from beer bottles in the yard behind
the store. |
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In those days people stayed close to home. There was no local tavern for
the neighborhood to gather and catch up on the local news. Butch filled
this community void in the little storeroom behind the meat cutting block
where he made his living. The neighborhood would stop by, pick up staples
or dinner, and have a cold beer over the events of the day. I remember
sitting on the cases of returnable empties and listening to the stories.
It seemed like the perfect world. It was years latter that I learned just
what hard work it was to run a small business. |
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My father and his sisters worked regular jobs all day and then helped out
at the store each night. Stocking shelves, delivering groceries, cleaning
up. It was all hard work. The advent of the supermarket was on them and
eventually it did them in. There are still people in the neighborhood who
say that you have not been able to get a decent cut of meat in Niagara
Falls since Butch closed the store. |
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Through it all my grandfather and his son truly appreciated a quiet beer
at the end of a long day. They were both very smart men. They would watch
TV, do the crossword puzzle, and beat me at chess all at the same time.
It was said that my grandfather could sit with someone for an hour, never
say a word, and carry on complete conversation. My Dad worked shift work
in a paper mill. A week of days, a week of afternoons, then a week of midnight's.
He had no days, no nights, no set weekends. He worked hard and long taking
as much overtime as came his way. To this day it is beyond my comprehension
how he did it for so many years. I have to go to bed at the same time every
night or I can’t function. When he was not working he was with this family.
In forty plus years, I cannot remember a single time that he wasn’t there
when I needed him. |
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When Dad was on the afternoon shift, I would lay in bed waiting for him
to get home at eleven-thirty PM. I’d hear the car, then the key in the
door. He’d walk up the stairs and peek into rooms where I and my brothers
were in bed. Sometimes I’d say Hi, but most of the time I’d pretend to
be asleep. He would make his way back down the stairs and then the sound
and smell of popcorn popping in a metal pan would come back up the hallway. |
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Dad would stop on the way home from work to pick up a quart of beer. Almost
never the same kind two days in a row. Dad always told me "there are no
bad beers, some are just better than others.". My Dad loved his beer cold
and poured into a glass. I can’t remember him ever drinking from the package.
He and my mother would relax after the long day with hot buttered popcorn
and a cold beer as I fell asleep. |
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Although my Dad never made his own beer, it was he that first introduced
me to homebrewing. He and my mother spent a lot of time with our relatives
in Canada right across Lake Erie. My Uncle and his buddies were into homebrew
back in the early eighties. Dad would tell me about their brewing adventures
when we’d get together over a cold one on the front porch. We would sit
and chat while Kimberly, the beer drinking black lab, would chase sticks
and anxiously wait for one of us to spill a drop or two. |
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Robert 'Bob' Leverentz passed away a few years ago. There is not a day
that I do not think of him. My Dad never got to try my homebrew, but I
know he’d like it. After all, there are no bad beers, some are just better
than others. |
Keeping
Light Beer Light
One of the most difficult things to do in homebrewing is to keep your light
color beers light. Here’s some tips that will help. Start with ingredient
selection. I have had good results using extra light
malt extracts. Munton’s makes extra light syrup and dry extra light
at 3L. Laaglander dry extra light at 40L is also available. Steeping grains
can and should be used in light colored beers. Carapils 10L, Dextrin 2L
and Munich 10L will all add body, character and texture without adding
color. |
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Control of the brew pot is the best insurance against darkening the brew.
Steep grains at no higher than 150F. Remove the grain and bring the brew
pot to a hard boil prior to adding the malt extracts. This will help dissolve
the extract malts into the wort quickly. Remove the brew pot from the heat
source before adding extracts. Add malts to the pot slowly and with a lot
of stirring. Take some extra time to mix in the extracts prior to starting
the boil. It only takes a minute for the heavy extract to scorch on the
bottom of the pot and darken the beer. If you are using an electric stove
or a brew pot without a heavy plated bottom, it is a good idea to raise
the pot above the burner for more even heat distribution. Stir the brew
pot often to keep the heat even throughout the wort. Reduce your total
boiling time to 45 minutes. The longer the boil, the darker the beer. |
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2004 J.R.Leverentz
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