Brewed my first and second batches yesterday and learned a great deal in the process. You can read all the books, talk to your local home brew guy and post ad nauseam on message boards; however, nothing teaches quite like actual experience.
My first batch was going off without a hitch, and the one of the two boiling issues I thought I would have (maintaining constant temperature while steeping grains) wasn't nearly as tricky as I'd anticipated. Boiling on a turkey fryer, it took a little experimentation, but I was able to keep constant temps with the regulator in no time at all.
Then the fun began.
I took the pot off the flame, added the malt and began stirring the mixture. After placing the pot back over the flame and bringing up the heat to full, I noticed my floating thermometer was still floating, only now it was on its side. Thinking it was suspended by some of the yet-to-be-mixed malt, I grabbed it with the tongs and pulled out half a glass vial.
Nice.
Thinking I'd contaminated my wort with broken glass and mercury, I let off a flurry of expletives, sighed and then fed it to the flower garden. Looking down at my watch, I saw I still had 45 minutes before the home brew store closed for the day, so I made a mad dash across town for another kit.
My home brew guy wasn't real impressed, and actually scolded me for not calling him first. Food-grade thermometers contain no mercury and, in fact, are completely harmless. Turns out, all I needed to do was be extra careful when siphoning my wort into the carboy, as the glass and steal bearings would all sink to the bottom during the cooling process.
Nice.
So, after wasting an hour running all over creation and learning I'd made a second rookie mistake right on top of my first, I loaded up my second batch.
Steeped grains ... check.
Malt added ... check.
Bring up to boil ... ugh, sort of.
At some point between yesterday and college chemistry courses, I'd managed to forget the boiling point of water. For some reason, I thought it was 220 instead of 212. As such, I wasn't too concerned while talking on the phone with Gator at 200. I think I remember asking him the boiling point and then saying, "oops ... never mind, gotta go."
I'm guessing I brought it up to boil too fast, because there wasn't much of anything I could do to contain the boil over. I stirred and sprayed like crazy, but some of it escaped over the sides.
Other than that, the rest of the process was pretty uneventful. Wort-chillers rule, btw. Clean-up ... not so much.
The carboy is in the closet now, fermenting like crazy. I'm a bit amazed at the amount of activity in there and am still wondering how something so disgusting-looking will ever turn into beer.
Photos from the day ...
Steeping
Post-Boilover
The Precious