Book 3: Chapter 24: Canada Gose

Book 3: Chapter 24: Canada Gose

I was excited enough about my idea that I spent the rest of the afternoon huddled in my bedroom cave-nook, brainstorming and making notes in my brewing journal. I really got into it, so I was lucky to emerge from my hideyhole in time to make the clan meeting.New novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

We were holding the meeting in the big sunken library in the manor house. We usually held these meetings in the restaurant during off hours mostly so we could snack, but this time we really needed things to be top-secret, so Annie had declared it would be in the manor.

I was the last to arrive at the meeting, and stared in shock at what I saw.

There was a moveable chalkboard on wheels up against one wall, and several kegs of beer and bowls of munchies were set up on the low bookshelves. Kirk, Johnsson, Aqua, Annie, Richter, and Bran were all in attendance, and everyone was chatting and socializing. Penelope was there too as well, snuffling at drinks and taking handouts. I rubbed my eyes and stared, was this a party? Had I missed the invite? What was going on?

Ah, Petes here! Annie announced, noticing my entry. Come on in, we were just waiting for you, so now we can get started.

I descended the few steps into the sunken seating area, giving Kirk a nod as I passed. What exactly are we gettin started? Whats going on? Did I miss somethin?

Nope. We were just waiting for you. Aqua passed me a Whistlemug full of barista brew. Bando was telling everyone that you had some great idea so we planned for a long speech.

I gawped. EXCUSE me!?

Were not complain, now that we know you arent just talkin smoke out yer stovepipe. Johnsson raised his own mug in a cheers. Learnin things from another world is interesting, so we thought wed do it in comfort.

Aye, you can go on. So lets enjoy ourselves in da meantime! Richter added, cheerfully munching on some pretzels.

Well excuuuse me! I growled.

And I know several others had some ideas too, so I decided to turn it from a plain old staff meeting into something more fun. Annie smiled, and pointed to an empty padded bench. Now sit, so I can get started.

I flopped into my seat, mutely. Caroline always said I could get carried away with beersplaining

I am now calling this meeting of the Thirsty Goat Brewpub into order! Annie cleared her throat and clapped her hands. Richter, youve checked for magical eavesdropping?

Aye!

Johnsson popped his hand up. Why arent we trying to eavesdrop on the competition? Lucky Jeans is our competition for this round right? Should we set up some listening spells? We even have our own mage!

Because were honourable dwarves. Annie scolded. And the superior brewers. We dont need to cheat.

And were not scheduled ta scope em out and set up the enchantments until Arday. I muttered, sharing a fist-bump with Richter. There was a general chuckle and Annie gave me a glower.

Enough of that. Time is of the essence, so I hope you all put a lot of thought into this. Pete apparently has a great idea, so Ill have him go last, and you can all have your moment in the solstone. Ill go first, and then we can go round the circle. If you have an idea, come up to the blackboard and write it down. She held out a piece and chalk and indicated a roughly clockwise rotation around the library, with me at the end. Eh, that was fine.

Annie broadly wrote Ideas for most valuable beer on the board, then began, My idea actually connects to the work Ive already been doing with the bittering agent which Ive taken to calling Goldstone Bitters. Ive been focusing on using local ingredients to cut down on cost, since most of the Sacred Brews regular ingredients are imported from Greentree. I realized that since we were using all-local ingredients, we could play on the heavy patriotism and general air of Kinshasa is the best that weve all been grumbling about. We have the perfect opportunity to advertise a truly made in Kinshasa beer, with all Kinshasan ingredients. And that may fit the bill of a truly valuable beer to the locals. We could call it Kinshasa Brew and everything!

She scratched her idea down in brief on the board as she spoke, and finished with a flourish of the chalk.

As she finished her pitch, there was loud clapping and cheers of approval. I was in full agreement, it was a great idea, and was in fact nearly the same conclusion Id come to to a point. Good for Annie! She was really putting those business lessons and her brewing techniques to good use!! Earth history was full of beloved local beers made with local ingredients and named after the city. Heck, even the beer I was going to recommend today was named after its point of origin.

Next was Johnsson, but he wasnt too into the brewing side of things, so Annie gave him a brief glance then moved on to -

Johnsson cleared his throat. *Ahem* I actually had an idea.

Annie gave him a shocked look. As did the rest of us. Really?

Johnsson frowned. Aye. I may not be a brewer or mage or whatever in tha nether Aqua is now, but I do put effort in for tha clan.

Annie had the good grace to look apologetic. Sorry, Johnsson. Whats your idea? She motioned to the blackboard and he waved her down.

I dont need to come up, its simple enough to explain. You know how Berrys been our Celebrity Endorsement as Pete calls it? For barista brew and liquid gold? In Minnova, anyway. Well, thats valuable. Reputation is valuable in Kinshasa. I spend a lot of time in the beardy salons, and the main topics of conversation are the Octamillenial contests, tha nobility, the refugees and monster attacks, and tha local hitball and wrestling scenes. Couldnt we make our beer seem valuable, by getting the local teams and wrestlers to endorse it? Johnsson trailed off as he finished, looking around at the eyes staring wide eyed back at him.

Light beer is the way madness lies, I growled. Even if Light Brew is already a thing, I refuse ta teach anyone how ta make light beer, that way lies madness, and bud light.

Annie held her hand out in my direction. So the brewer of a thousand brews says. And speaking of which, whats your great idea, Pete?

She came down and took a seat, passing me the piece of chalk as she did. Everyone else jumped up to refill bowls of pretzels, mugs of beer, and then settle back down to get comfortable. I waited in strained silence until everyone was done, then began.

My idea is actually quite similar to Annies. Rather than approaching the valuable side, I approached the Kinshasa side. What do Kinshasans find truly valuable?

Bran immediately grumped around a mouthful of deliberately unsalted pretzel. SALT.

I pointed at him. Exactly! So, I wanted to take the opportunity to introduce salted beer!

Annie leaned forward in her chair, elbows on her knees. Go on

I began writing point-form notes up on the board, teaching as I did so. Back on Earth, the most popular type of salted beer was a drink called gose. Its actually named after the river and city where it was first made, the Gose river in Goslar. So Annie, your idea for a Kinshasa Brew is right on the mark!

Annie preened as I continued, While modern brewers add salty water to the beer to make gose, the first goses simply used the naturally salty water of the local aquifer. Kind of like Ruddy Bloodbrews iron-flavoured beer.

So, we just add salt to the beer? Aqua asked. Thats all?

Not quite! I drew a circle off to the side and added a small picture of a goat. Penelope gave a small bleat of approval. Just addin salt makes it salty, obviously. To counteract tha saltiness, goses add a bit of sourness and spice, with a bacteria called Lactobacillus and a pinch of coriander. In fact, theres a whole family of beers that use Lactobacillus, called sours!

Lacto So, its milk? Bran asked, frowning.

I nodded. Close! Its mostly yogurts that contain Lactobacillus. In fact, one of tha easiest ways to make a sour is ta pitch some yogurty wort in when you pitch the ancestral seed after the chill. In a regular sour, the sourness is counteracted with some sweet, like fruits or other adjuncts, but in a gose it's usually just the salt. Goses are also usually made with half-wheat for the grist, but I think well skip that step.

We all shivered, remembering the nightmare that had been the witbier.

Goses were actually a lost beer, I continued, and for a brief period there was none to be found on the entire planet. It was during a time of our history called world war two, when the last brewery making it was taken over by the German government and shut down. Thankfully, one of their workers remembered the recipe and opened his own brewery after the war. He restarted the gose trade, and it's now all over the world.

I then went into a long description of the most common gose adjuncts, and various other ways Lactobacilus could be added to beer, and the history of its use. I had a rapt audience, and it was nice to finally share this information without worrying about being caught out as an Otherworlder.

I finished with, I honestly think a gose will be a shoe-in for this contest. If we source local goat yogourt, add Annies local ingredients idea, and find some wrestlers to endorse us, we could have a slam dunk!

A what Johnsson began, but Annie cut him off.

You said this gose would be sour, Pete, about as sour as your Umqubothi? That was too sour.

Hmmm, it should be less than that. And the salt should really cut it.

Then, I say we should try it. Annie said, with finality. Well use my new bittering agent, and source some local yogurt. Id like to try one batch without the yogurt too though; just some salt in the beer, because I do think thats a good idea. Richter, Aqua, I like your ideas too, but I dont think theyll work for this case.

The pair nodded, understanding.

Alright Pete, well run a batch tomorrow, and see how it tastes. Then well test on a few locals to see if it can win. Annie gave me fist-over-the-chest salute..

I grinned. Even if it doesnt win, itll be good for the Thirsty Goat.

Annie sighed. And how do you know that?

Because whats good for the gose is good for the gander.

Youve been waiting all night to use that havent you. And I dont even know what it means.

Bah.