Sometimes, just occasionally, I’ve been known to go a tad over-the-top when it comes to do-it-yourselfing.
My husband’s a good sport, but he’s been a much-needed balance when I come up with a new lofty idea.
For instance, several years ago, he (and every gardening book I read) warned me that I should start with a nice, small, manageable vegetable garden for my first few years. (Of course, I did exactly the opposite and predictably regretted it.)
And occasionally when I’m giddily filling my husband in on a new craft that I’m eager to tackle, which might require the purchase of a loom or something, he is good about gently reminding me of a certain short-lived obsession I had with making mosaics several years ago. It lasted, oh, about a week and a half.
And while my husband has been on board, I’ve noticed a certain look cross his face when I’ve insisted on making the pizza dough, the sauce, and all of the toppings from scratch; or baking all of our bread; or adopting four baby chicks when we were already overwhelmed caring for an infant and 3 cats; or making my own herbal tinctures; or fermenting kombucha on our counter-top.
So yes, over the years, I’ve been known to get a tiny bit carried away with do-it-yourselfing, and fortunately my husband has been here as a voice of reason…
Until he started brewing beer.
Of course, I was thrilled that he was embarking on a do-it-yourself hobby that may also save us some money.
He started by brewing a few pre-prepared kits from the brewery store. Great.
Then he began buying his ingredients separately and mixing up recipes from books. Splendid.
Then he discovered an old folded-up recipe in the back of a book he found at a yard sale, and decided he needed to tackle that one. Okay.
And now he’s talking about tearing up half of the backyard to plant barley, buying a temperature-controlled refrigerator, and learning how to malt barley in the garage. Uh oh.
I’m a tad terrified. But I also can’t help but admire his can-do spirit.
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