I'm cleaning up after a long afternoon of beer making, wiped out and fretting about all the things I'm sure I did wrong. You'd think that it would be easy, just following directions, but it requires concentration, and there are so many points where one can screw up, potentially ruining a batch and wasting hours of work.
"I'm sure you did fine, and even if you didn't, it's a learning... what's wrong?" Katie says, as I almost collapse, folding in half at the waist, my knees buckling.
"I forgot to add the maple syrup," I say, covering my face with my hands.