“Let it flow. Let yourself go. Slow and low, that is the tempo.”
After eleven years of brewing ales, I’ve started my first lager. On December 30, I brewed 10 gallons of bock. I pitched the yeast the next morning, with the wort at about 50F. No activity for at least 3 days, then slowly the bubbles came. After 3 weeks in the fermenter, this methodical creation had dropped from an original gravity of 1.066 to 1.030.
I knew this would take some time. Further slowing the action is probably the part about me not having terribly sophisticated temperature control. With my fridge on its warmest setting, this one’s spent most of its time around 45F, at the lower end of the temperature spectrum. Clean and lovely, it will be.
Like Tom Petty said, “The waiting is the hardest part.” But like David Lee Roth said, “I’ll wait.”