Spring.

Last weekend we had our annual crawfish boil.  It's a rite of springtime in Houston.  Get together, drink some beer, and enjoy the weather before the mosquitos and hurricanes blow in.  We had about 110 pounds of mudbugs, several batches of homebrew, and plenty of neighbors and friends.

This year we got a keg of Southern Star Blonde Bombshell, which I seem to be pimping all the time on this blog.  Anyway, it served it's purpose.

The next day, The Wife summed it up perfectly:  "If a few wives don't get mad, it's not a good party."

I'm sitting here now watching the yeast starter for the next batch of Saison Ike bubble away.  I'm using three different yeast strains pitched in equal amounts into the starter wort.  I've got high hopes, but we'll see how it goes. . .