Beer

This Saturday, Steve and I are going to do the Brew master tour at the Budweiser factory in New Hampshire. We are going with some good friends of ours and we are really looking forward to some adult time. We love our kids but lately they have been out of control. So, what better thing to do than combine, good friends, an adult outing and beer.

I really love beer. I love everything about it. I love the hops and the barley. I love that first sip of an ice cold beer on a hot summer day. I love the sound of popping it open next to a fire. In Austria, there's a brewery where you can swim in beer. YES!!
 My favorites have a hint of citrus in them but it's not overpowering. Years ago, the microbreweries were trying to tap into the wine cooler market. They put everything from watermelon to cherry in their beers and it was awful. Imagine taking your favorite beer and then your favorite juice and mixing them together. Ew.  I'm sure there were some fans out there but obviously not enough because you don't see it much anymore. Take heed Brewers! A hint of flavor is good, cherry flavored beer is not.

When I was a young drinker, all I drank was Budweiser. I used to be able to recite the saying on the side of the can. (This is the famous Budweiser beer. We know of no other...You get it) My father raised me that we were Republicans, we drove Chevys and we drank Budweiser. Stray from that and there will be consequences. Not his, just consequences. I bought a Ford once and it was nothing but trouble. I got the "I told you so" look and traded it in for a Chevy. When I branched out to (GASP!) Rolling Rock, he took a deep breath and prayed for my survival. The Lord smiled on me and let me live to drink another beer.

From Rolling Rock, I have matured where my husband has gone backwards. I prefer a beer that tastes good to a beer that's cheap. My husband swears PBR tastes the same but I catch him stealing my Blue Moon's when we have them in the fridge. That's not say that I'm not still a Bud girl. No one does it like Bud Light Lime. Bud still makes a great beer but sometimes, you need a change.

And sometimes, you need to fall back on an old favorite. So, on Saturday, I will go back to my roots. I will toast my dad who taught me the goodness of beer and I will be thankful to be able to share that experience with some good friends.

"And on the 8th day, God made beer....and it was good"