“I thought you were going to be done with the stinky part by the time I got home,” she says as she enters the house. “Well…,” I reply, “I thought I was too.” The house currently smells like wort. I think the smell of boiling malt and hops is heavenly, partially because it brings me…
Category: Beer
Arrogant Bastard
Occasionally, I review things in this journal. Movies, theater, fine wine, restaurants… Well, okay, I hardly ever do. And when I do, it’s an informal thing. But I’ve decided that my duty to the public good requires that once in awhile I actually write a review of an important product. Tonight, that important product is…