Homebrew, Dhaka style:

I guess I will follow the lead of my lovely wife and write a "crafty" post. If you can call homebrewing "crafty," that is!!

Last year about this time I decided that I simply must have my homebrew kit in Dhaka. Due to alcohol being illegal for Bangladeshis. Unless of course you have a prescription for it from a doctor and the only way to get a prescription is by being an alcoholic. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Anyhow, I have brewed in the past with the guidance of friends, but never by myself.

So..... last summer as we were about to return to beautiful Dhaka, I had a decision to make. Commit to this and devote one of my pieces of luggage to two kits and all my homebrew supplies or forget about it and drink $4.50 Guinness at the American Club.

In it to win it baby! That's right, I used a full 50 pounds of luggage for homebrew supplies and prayed they wouldn't break in the flight over. The two kits I purchased were a "honey summer ale" and a "robust stout." The former went over quite well and I generally received positive feedback, which could mean one of only two things: these kits are really hard to screw up or I am actually getting the hang of this!

Last weekend, I embarked on the journey of making my second batch here in Dhaka. Earlier this year, I made a summer ale and I was pleased with the results. We turned the tasting into a homebrew/cornhole tournament/fundraiser for some of the local staff. Good fun.

This time around the porter is more of a selfish pick on my part as I am a bit more partial to the darker heavier beers. We bottle this weekend and then it is just a bunch of waiting around for six weeks.

I am really enjoying making beer, not because I love beer or anything, but simply because I am creating and learning. Up until a few years back, I never really thought about what went into or how it was made. I just consumed to my heart's content! It is interesting to learn about the different types, what goes into and how you can make beer with specific twists. I most certainly plan to bring back two more kits for next year, possibly a third. I will definitely suggest to the new teachers that they bring a kit or two so we can get rolling on this! I will let you know how this one goes in approximately six weeks.

Adding the malt extract

Yes, that will one day be beer!

After about 2.5 hours of work, we are sealing it up and letting it sit for two weeks before bottling.

Thanks for the help David!

"If I only knew now, what I knew then."

"If I only knew now, what I knew then." Something, along those lines.... It's a quote from a Pearl Jam song (lil' Mike, sorry, I know you hate PJ) oh so many lifetimes ago for me. The words have always kind of resonated with me, and I am actually quite amazed that I still remember them. I think they have stuck all these years because they make perfect sense to me. I spent my last rambling blog post talking about the evolution of me. I guess this post will be consumed with contradictory comments.

As time passes, I find less and less time to do what I want. I desperately long for a weekend that doesn't have me tapped into work or an evening with just Sheela and I watching The Office on the couch. I like my job (notice I no longer use the other 'L" word), but man, they are getting their money's worth out of me! What did I know then? I guess it would be an ignorance is bliss way about me. Perhaps that is too harsh. Once upon a time, I knew how to forget. I wonder if this hard found self awareness can be reversed?! I wonder what Gus McCray would say in a situation like this?

One of my goals for the next year is to find that balance with work and play and most importantly family. Oh, I know, it's all a part of life and there are good lessons to learn in situations like these, but damn, I feel like I have been doing a lot of learning in recent times!

It's all good though, life runs in cycles and I am grateful for that.

Pace yourself cool papa....

Okay so I guess the real reason most of you read this blog, (by most of you, I mean the one "follower" we have) is to see some pics of those oh so cute little bundles of joy.....Kiran and Kaya!

Life is good for Kiran.

Mamma and the boys! Kaya wore his dino costume to my softball game and was our mascot. It was kind of appropriate, the team consists of a bunch of old dudes.

Symbiosis: I can make him smile and he does the same for me.

Mrthika, Kaya, Kiran and the stuffed animal family.

The boys of team Hesse.

The boys are back in town :: by mama

We are back! It took the cooperation of three countries, with three predominant religions and all of their corresponding holidays, to get Kiran on the plane: he received his Thai birth certificate first, then an English translation (helpfully informing us that he was born on the first day of the waxing moon, in the second month of the year of the tiger). About two weeks later, he was issued an American passport and a Consular Report of Birth Abroad, basically the equivalent of an American birth certificate. A couple of days later, he got his visa to enter Bangladesh, and we were finally able to return home. It is amazing to me to think about the number of people who worked first to bring Kiran into the world, and then to help us get back home, and how people of different nationalities and backgrounds were interconnected in their efforts, all for a person who very recently fit inside my belly.

After nearly two months in Bangkok, it was a bit of a shock to return to Dhaka. All of the guidebooks talk about Bangkok being chaotic and crowded, with horrible traffic, but it was an oasis of calm compared to Dhaka. It has its negative points, to be sure, but I loved the combination of ancient history and driving modernity, of shrines to guardian spirits in front of sparkling shopping malls, of the Grand Palace and Starbucks. (Some of us may have loved Starbucks more than the Grand Palace; I'll leave it up to you to guess who those people may be.) The culture is fascinating. The people are lovely, polite and accomodating, and it was a bit of a relief to be in a place where Westerners are no longer a novelty and are therefore not worth staring at. As happy as I was to be coming home and reuniting our family, I was a bit sad to leave Bangkok.

:: Old and new: the view from the top of Wat Arun

:: Our apartment building's shrine to the guardian spirit. Pretty much every building has its own shrine, with offerings laid out daily.

:: A favorite spot

And now. Dhaka is unseasonably cold: I checked weather.com the other day, and it said the temperature was 57 degrees F. At noon. That may not sound cold, but keep in mind that we do not have heaters indoors, so the outside temperature is also the inside temperature. Add to that the fact that we do not have hot water -- something to do with a national shortage of gas, we're told, which will not be resolved until the weather warms up, at which point nobody will want the hot water anymore -- and it is hard to stay warm. I have been wearing leggings under my pants, wool socks and slippers, and multiple layers on top. Chris and Kaya, who normally sport a matching father-son wardrobe of shorts and no shirt, have been wearing sweaters and long sleeves. Even Kiran is bundled up.

Strangely enough, these chilly, dry winter months are also the height of mosquito season here in Dhaka. We have mosquito nets for the car seat, the crib, and our beds, and Kiran somehow still has a couple of bites. I have a ring of mosquito bites around my belly, where the skin is exposed while I'm nursing. Lovely. On the bright side, Chris and Kaya can entertain themselves with the moquito racket, a tennis racket-shaped device that kills the "mossies" (new vocabulary courtesy of our Aussie neighbors) on contact via a noisy and satisfying electric shock.

Now that we are back, I hope to get back into a routine of regular weekly posts. Surely I can make time for that... maybe in the middle of the night.