Beer Beer And More Beer
I went to a beer tasting! It was pretty cool. Believe it or not, I had never been to one of those before.
Actually - that is not entirely correct. I had been to ad-hock beer tastings. Like a few years ago when I went to the Epcot Food And Wine festival in Walt Disney World. But since servings of beer or wine were actual servings, I got fairly tossed.
And I have been to places that make their own beer. Ill order a sample platter or something. Or Ill just pick four or so beers and have full pints.
This was a tasting. I was given a shot glass. So each sample was really just a taste.
I made it to all the tables, and tried everything I wanted to try. Sometimes more than once. Sometimes more than twice.
I walked out with a 6 pack of Hazed And Infused, a very interesting dry hopped beer. Dry hopped means that the hops are tossed in during the fermenting process. Since the hops are not boiled, this does not add bitterness to the beer. So what does it do? It makes the beer taste like the hops smell. It adds a lot of hops aroma to the beer.
The Hazed And Infused is a pale ale type brew, very dry hopped. So the nose of the beer really comes through. I liked it.
My second choice was Stone IPA. This is another dry hopped selection. It is a heavy IPA, close to 7% alcohol. I think.
Anyhow - I liked both very much.
So now in the fridge I have Sierra Nevada Celebration Ale, Stone IPA, Hazed And Infused, and for emergencies Presidente Light.
The Presidente Light is not actually in the fridge. There is no room for it. I do not remember how I got it. I know I did not buy that shit.
And in other news, a milestone of Christmas shopping is over with. I got my dad something. So that is done. Dads are always difficult to find stuff for. But I found something. So that is done. I got to get mom something too. That will be easier.
Friends are always fairly easy to get stuff for. At least my friends.
1 Comments:
Oh, I do so wish I could drink beer! This is such a stressful time of year.
Gee, maybe I ought to sell that shit rhyme as a country song. That would be cool. And somewhat ironic. But I don't care about the irony, as long as its cool.
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