In the earliest days there were creatures around a fire and someone’s job was to keep the food and drink coming. I trace a hairline in my genetics back to that first server. Despite all the other advances in my bloodline and “intellectual” pursuits, there’s something intrinsically satisfying about being the provider of sustenance. Good times manager, barman, cook, call it what you want. Bringing food and drink is good for everyone–the happy times begin with the settling of a full platter on the table, the clink of glasses, the shared consumption. What does Number Two do when fresh shortbread is brought out? He has a party, of course.
If singing happy birthday and blowing out candles once is fun, doing it ten times is ten times the fun. Could we handle the excitement? We could. Everything tastes better when shared with a friend and topped with melted candle wax! What about drinks?
Cheers, it’s the Bowler Bitter! English, of course, and hardly bitter at all. This once has rich Maris Otter malts along with Victory and some other wonderful toasty grains. Do I like it? Well…it isn’t quite structured how I want. I’d like more creamy smoothness and this doesn’t hold a foamy head very long. So I’m picky but my wife loves it. Drink up, honey, you’ve got another two dozen bottles in there for you. I’m eagerly awaiting the Belgian golden strong that should be ready to taste this weekend. You’ll love the name. Stay tuned!
Writer, architect, father, husband.