BITING BARLEY
Are you a barley biter? I am. No sooner have I stepped foot inside a floor maltings than down goes the hand, up comes the golden grain, and chomp go the incisors. No, it’s not because I’m peckish — maltmen have been performing this little ritual since time immemorial. Long before moisture sensors, probe thermometers, amylase testing, and friabilimeters (no, I didn’t make that word up), taking a nibble proved to be a fairly accurate method for determining the progress of barley’s transformation into malt, and therefore whether it’s ready to be kilned, then brewed. “How far along is it?” I always ask of the maltster on duty, as if I’m enquiring after an expectant mother. If the barley’s hard as nails, it’s likely not been long on the floor.…