Two days ago it was pushing 80°. When I woke up this morning it was exactly 32°. I've cranked out 2,500 words for my National Novel Writing Month project and, damn, I'm ready for a beer.
Tonight, we're breaking into a maple stout I'd anticipated writing about earlier this month: Central Waters' Salted Maple. How's it drinking after a long, cold day? Let's find out.
Beer, from the bottle.
I've never been one for fluff. As such, and specifically for this blog, I drink my beer as it's presented to me: from the bottle or can. That way you know exactly what you'll get if you run out and buy something I review (assuming, of course, that you drink it straight from its production container). Is it the way a brewer intends his or her product to be consumed? Probably not. But it's as close to straight from the barrel as we beer drinkers can get. It's pure. And I'm a purist.
My cats, Purrl, Háma, and Henrietta (and sometimes Lottie the dog), get in on the fun, too.