Aggravated Pimping

Julio3000 said:
Smells like victory.
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Well that be in my glass this evening as well

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zitothebrave said:
Well that be in my glass this evening as well

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Hop Devil is solid, but I'm really disappointed I didn't end up having the chance to try the Dirt Wolf (on cask or otherwise)—delayed flight doomed that plan, but I at least made it into DC in time for the main event Friday.
 
I'm pulling a [MENTION=130]goldfly[/MENTION] and going to Europe for a month tomorrow. I expect to see Wood all the way back up when I return, as well as the Nationals far back (in the standings) and Chip far gone (down the pantsless path to the white dragon).
 
I"ve heard of 2 ways. First is adding when you are heating your mash. Second and more common is to put in a cheesecloth or muslin bag or paint straining bag so you can rack it off with less issues.
 
Where did your picture of Pula go?

I spent several months in Croatia (Zagreb/Split/Hvar/Brac) earlier this year. One of Europe's remaining hidden gems, for sure. Did you take the ferry over from Italy, or are you working your way down the Dalmatian?
 
Hawk said:
Where did your picture of Pula go?

I spent several months in Croatia (Zagreb/Split/Hvar/Brac) earlier this year. One of Europe's remaining hidden gems, for sure. Did you take the ferry over from Italy, or are you working your way down the Dalmatian?
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The aerial shot wasn't mine: just a brief place-holder while I started combing through photographs I actually took (like the two above, also of Pula and its environs).

I'm (sadly) back in the US now, but Istria was pretty much the fulcrum of my journeys: the culmination of two weeks moving down central Europe (about a week—after a day's stop in Utrecht—in Danish lands (mostly Copenhagen), German Hansa, and Brandenburg, then another week in Bohemia and Pannonia) and the gateway into the next two-and-a-half weeks (northern Italy—Veneto and Emilia-Romagna, primarily, with pit-stops in Lombardy and Liguria—and Provence). So, I actually took the ferry out of Istria, retracing (to a degree) Gustave Aschenbach's route to the Fallen Queen of the Seas. Reaching Istria by rail—as we did—is in fact much more complicated than ferries: after a night in Ljubjlana (a pretty wonderfully-quaint capital city, just out of the Alps on the edge of a marsh-plain) we trained back up into the mountains, towards Trieste and Slovenia's narrow band of Adriatic shore, before switching to a two-car train in the little junction of Hrpelje Kozina—a morning train that is the only train of the day from that direction into Istria (there's also a once-daily train from the east out of Rijeka), and which literally sat on the tracks for well over two hours past its scheduled departure-time, waiting for our delayed train from Ljubjlana to arrive.
 
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