The latest batch of beer went from a quiet pool of brownish coffee-like soup to a swirling mix of bubbles and suds that overflowed and spilled all over the counter top and dribbled onto the floor.

When it gets like this, I feel like putting on a white lab coat, strapping a pair of welder’s goggles to my face and shouting to the heavens, in my craziest Gene Wilder voice (as if there is any other kind), “LIFE! DO YOU HEAR ME? GIVE! MY! CREATION!” (very deep breath, pause for effect) “LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE!”