Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Beer. It Brings Us Together.
Today, I purchased an actual domain for this crazy blog. Which is crazy exciting. But while on the phone with my particular hosting company, we got talking about my blog and, in turn, about beer. He's a self-proclaimed "beer snob" and I immediately asked him about local breweries (he's in AZ.) That happens ALL THE TIME. Literally.
I'm working on a homebrew competition at the shop this summer. Any time I tell someone, be it a customer, friend, random stranger I meet on the street, they are pumped. They know someone who brews, or they're a brewer themselves. I'm not a homebrewer, but J and I are convinced we're going to try a batch this spring. Hell, I can cook, J is a brilliant chemistry dude (in his own mind) and that, to us, equals the ability to attempt a batch. We have great friends who brew, and surely they will lead us in a proper direction. This week, I'm working on a brand new recipe for a guest blog entry on a friend's super beer-centric blog.
People love their beer. They love to try things and they love their home state. Localvores are often huge beer fans, because often you have a brewery near you. Usually it can be pretty good. One hopes, anyway. I'm a huge proponent of finding what's in your 'hood. There is a "newish" brewery in Chicago, Half-Acre, that I'm itching to visit. And Michigan, well, come on. We're up there with Denver in terms of deliciousness that involves barley and hops. Ideally lots of hops. And barrel aging.
On this gorgeous spring evening, I challenge you guys to make a plan to go visit a local brewery, if possible. And then tell me all about it. Preferably with a picture and description. I promise to drool, comment, and discuss at necessary length.
And if you're curious, my Irish Stout of choice for tomorrow night is Beamish. I LOVE Guinness, I do. But I love Beamish a bit more.