My stout is alive and kicking, y’all! OK… our stout, Mrs. Beer. But being as it was likely me who caused the initial yeast-shock-murder, I was ready to take the blame. Anyway, after my fortunate encounter with Sgt. Stout and all of your concern rays beaming into my primary fermenter… along with a carefully suspended and pitched batch of fresh yeast… she’s doin’ fine.

Ah, soon beer readers, I shall kick back with my very first very own stout. And you will read about it. And maybe you can have one. But probably not. But maybe. But don’t bet the farm.