Hei Hei, Viking Friends!
Well our mead making has begun! And it has begun very well!
The four brewers in our Lodge met on the last day of February with a host of other Vikings to begin our first mead. It was a very cold beginning although the two propane burners quikly brought the garage temperature to something we could handle. Past grand Chief Gordon Lindgren stopped by while we were brewing
The honey made for a fragrant boil. We filled two primary fermenters with over ten gallons of an elixir in the making. I am happy to report that the mead has clarified nicely with a small sediment at the bottom of each fermenter. There are bubbles in the air lock. Everything appears as it should this sunny first day of March. We'll discuss when to transfer to the secondary fermenters at our March meeting in two weeks. Stay tuned for mead updates from now until autumn.
Call For Entries!
Our centennial mead will be bottled for the celebration in October. We are asking for suggestions for our bottle labels, Use your imagination! I suggest Norse mythology as a great starting point. Google "Mimer" or "Mimir" and have fun! We can accept everything from digital files to hand drawn illustrations. Good luck! We will select our label (or labels!) at our September meeting.
Check out our Pictures page for photos from yesterday's mead fest. There's nothing quite like a bunch of vikings cooking honey in the morning with a home made beer (thank you Justin!) in hand.
Mark your calendars and keep 11 July open. We'll all be going as a Lodge to the Cougars game at Elfstrom Stadium in Geneva. More details to follow.
We're working on the Calendar here on our website. We'll try to have all dates between today and the Christmas party posted.
Olaf and Sven were fishing one day when Sven pulled out a cigar. Finding he
had no matches, he asked Olaf for a light.
"Ya, shure, I tink I haff a lighter," he replied. Then reaching into his
tackle box, he pulled out a Bic lighter 10 inches long.
"Yiminy Cricket!" exclaimed Sven, taking the huge Bic lighter in his hands.
"Vere dit yew git dat monster??"
"Vell," replied Olaf, "I got it from my Genie."
"You haff a Genie?," Sven asked.
"Ya, shure. It's right here in my tackle pox," says Olaf.
"Could I see him?"
Olaf opens his tackle box and sure enough, out pops the Genie.
Addressing the genie, Sven says, "Hey dere! I'm a good friend of your
master. Vill you grant me vun vish?"
"Yes, I will," says the Genie.
So Sven asks the Genie for a million bucks.
The Genie disappears back into the tackle box leaving Sven sitting there,
waiting for his million bucks.
Shortly, the sky darkens and is filled with the sound of a million ducks
flying overhead.
Over the roar of the million ducks Sven yells at Olaf. "Yumpin' Yimminy! I
asked for a million bucks, not a million ducks!"
Olaf answers, "Ya, I forgot to tell yew dat da Genie is hart of hearing.
Do yew really tink I asked for a 10-inch Bic?"
Be kind to each other!
Chief Hansen
