|I call this composition "The Beauty of Pale Ale"|
You might call it " Beer on the Kitchen Floor"
First of all, The Midlife Farmwife Academy would like to thank those of you who made recommendations for a new camera. I took the advice of several who steered me towards the Nikon Coolpix, specifically the S9100 series with "Backside Illumination." It's been decades since having my backside illuminated has given me so much pleasure and harmed so few.
Today's soap was a aromatic blend of clove powder, cedar wood oil and a mild ale from the artistic folk over at Three Floyd's Brewing Company in Munster Indiana. I love beer soap as it makes an amazing lather and the guys who shop at our farm store always "clean" me out in the first few days. I swear I could make the soap out of road kill but as long as I put "BEER" on the label, they'd buy it!
|Don't let the Jester Face scare ya.|
We met the folks at 3Floyds last year
and they are nice as pie.
I let the beer sit in a bowl for 24 hrs before using, and then add the lye in a tardy fashion. Too fast and you'll get a volcano effect. Not only is that unsafe, it is also a waste of excellent brew. I make this soap in the hot process manner, via the pot of crock, since the beer mixed with lye always starts things off with a great amount of bubbles anyway so might as well finish with lots of bubbling .
|Lye plus Beer equals many fumes.|
After mixing in just 1/2 teaspoon of Clove powder and 3 Tablespoons (45 cc's) of Cedarwood Essential oil to the oil/lard confabulation, I add the beer/lye solution. I mix with my hand mixer just to light trace and then I let the pot of crock do the rest of the work.
After approximately 10 minutes on high, my soap starts to lighten up in a cafe o'lait manner.
|You want to dip your finger in there, don't you?|
I let it cook for another 30 minutes while I continue reading Anne Enright's The Wig My Father Wore. A fabulously funny book, if you like novels about noose wearing angels who stalk young women. I know I do. Stay close though. HP soap is known to lose its top at times and bubble over on your counter...onto the floor...through the gap under the cabinet...into your basement...into your septic...and into the Celtic Sea.
Soon enough it will begin to look like this:
|Like caramel from caramel heaven.|
At this point you can stir it down, or not. Beer soap is laid back and doesn't really care what you do to it. Just don't get your illuminated backside between it and the TV on a Sunday afternoon. When the whole thing looks all gellular like this: