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Fuggles? You made that up.

Now that I’m home from work and the zombie is washed from my skin and I’m in my jammies I ain’t goin’ nowhere else tonight. There’s candy waiting in a pumpkin basket for any kiddies who show up, but since I’ve only lived here since July I have no idea how many–if any–that might be. My psyche keeps telling me that is Friday, which is a cruel thing to do on a Thursday.

But on the topic of beer, if I may brag (and I’m gonna whether I may or not), last weekend we had a batch of our beer in a contest sponsored by our local brew shop, judged by real certified judges and everything (which I didn’t know when it was submitted, or I would have been too chicken to enter it!). It was a contest where you paid your fee and pulled the grains, hops, yeast, etc. out of a bag randomly, then had to make beer out of what ever randomness you drew. We actually WON. First place, best of show. We are still pretty stoked.

Okay, I’m done bragging now. Well, for the moment, anyway. Don’t get me started on my son’s wedding earlier this month…

Oh, and yes, Paula, Fuggles is a type of hop. I’m sure it must be British, as nobody names stuff like the British.

Gratz Nina!!!

Now about that wedding? Dish!

No tricksters at my house this evening, but I live in a rural neighborhood full of retirees. We’ve had a few though, in years past, so we bought candy just in case … wink wink. Husband picked it out: Fun Size Twix, Snickers, M&Ms plain and peanut—and it is really tender and fresh. (Stoaty, are your candy needs being met? Do we need to send you something? I’d croak without peanut butter cups or Butterfingers. Does the Badger like peanut butter?)

And it RAINED! Over 12 inches. The lake is up 4 feet in one day. This doesn’t mean the drought is over, but the fire ban has been lifted, and maybe my cedar trees won’t go up like Roman candles.

Chocolatey beer. That’s sounds amazing. I wonder if it’s available over here. Nina? Reckon you could brew up some chocolate beer? How ’bout a boilermaker with chocolate beer and a Mudslide shot?

G’night y’all.

Though you needed to see this:
http://www.tiefighters.com/post/65073466561/war-on-kinkade-series-artist-jeff-bennett-has

My daughter gave me a bomber of some chocolatey beer that is still in the minifridge. It is likely to stay there until the crack of doom, unless some brave soul (not me) elects to open/drink it. (If someone else opens it and pronounces it undrinkable, I will cheerfully accept their determination and pour it down the drain.)

I was at my local micro brewery, some time back, when they made some ice cream floats, using a particularly nice stout.

Someone made me take a sip of the stuff and….REJECT! I just cannot combine sweet and beer.

It just seems like an apocalyptic kind of a combination.

Ha! I *just* saw that come across at Imgur, ben (good lord what a timesink that place is. Excuse me while I go close that tab).

I don’t like sweet + alcohol at all. I don’t like girly drinks unless I truly can’t taste any alcohol at all and think of it as a milkshake. I want my booze to HURT, taste nasty and sting.

I can never decide whether to hate Kincade as a purveyor of schlock pictures or to admire him as a slick, slick businessman. I feel exactly the same way about him as I do about Madonna. A passable artist, but really only fair. However each has found a way to cash in. Madonna through her shock factor (though now surplanted by ‘Lady’ Gaga) and Kincade by his schlock factor. The idea of painting cutsie pictures and then charging people even more to have them ‘cuted up’ even farther in installments is STUNNINGLY shameless.

Just the though of him brings out my inner H.L. Menken who famously said:

“No one ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American Public.

One can only hope that the Devil has him busy in Hell, painting a cutsie revisionist version of the Sistine Chapel ceiling, with a thousand points two thousand points of light.

The truly bad news is that there are people who have purchased (at full retail, I might add) that Thomas Kinkade schlock art. And they fully believe that it really IS art!

The poor bastards…

(Might as well go down to the local Hiliday Inn for the Starving Artist” sales event and buy yourself some “sofa art”)

No kids came to the house. They’d have to walk down a hill and then back up. I think the generations get progressively more pussified.

I’ve got a poop-ton of Kit-Kats to deal with.

Roasted chocolate and crystal meth? Sounds like my kind of shindig.

I am really impressed with your writing skills as well as with the layout on your blog.

Is this a paid theme or did you modify it yourself?
Anyway keep up the excellent quality writing, it’s rare to
see a nice blog like this one these days.

Grats Nina!!
Chocolate, when in reference to beer, most often means chocolate malt which is just very dark roasted malt. It’s commonly used in brewing stouts and porters like Guinness and Taddy Porter. Although some breweries have beer containing actual cocoa, I tend to avoid them. Had a coffee beer once, awful stuff. Not a fan of lambic either.
If this is redundant to all here I apologize for showing my beer-snobby arse.

Ermine’s right. I don’t like chocolate beers, but they aren’t supposed to taste like chocolate. It’s just one of them beer terms.

They look like sewage.

I’ve got a poop-ton of Kit-Kats to deal with.

If you need help, let me know. I’m prepared to “take one for the team”.

Congratulations Nina! That is awesome! *Happy Ferret Dancing™* 🙂

I OBJECT!! EVERY fan of Jim Butchers “The Dresden Files” novels knows that the true goblin king is Lord Herne, AKA The Erlking… Kris Kringle/Odin/Donnar Vadderung CANNOT be wrong!!!! 😉

On a more Hoppey note, I’ve recently fallen in love with Monty Python’s Holy Ale. unfortunately, I have to drive all the way up to Woodland Park to get it…

On the way to my old buddy’s big Halloween bash, I stopped at an independent produce and other stuff store, which I knew carried some unusual East European beers. I scored a case of Sarajevo beer for $14.99, and it’s quite acceptable.