Yesterday we went to a tasting… a beer tasting. Our son in law Handy Andy is a home brewer. Beer is an art or so he says.
See, he could sell his own beer. Note his fancy cup, yes it is a urine specimen container.
There were many different kinds of beer to taste. I did not like this one, however I did appreciate the brewers sense of humor.
There were darks, there were lights..alts and stouts…some with foam and some without..what do I know about beer..not much. I was the only taster in our group..Far Guy gets horribly ill from home brew and vomits for days..and Jen doesn’t drink beer. Well neither do I. There were twelve samples to taste, about two swallows a taste. I only tasted four or five of them. I then declared that even though I walked over to the tasting I would certainly need a ride back to the house, so I could sleep it off. I have now had my beer for the year.
What would a northern Minnesota beer tasting be like without a little music?
This is Andy’s sister an accomplished Accordion player. I requested an old favorite “In heaven there is no beer that’s why we drink it here.” She didn’t know that one..the tuba player that was supposed to accompany her was a no show. We really know how to have fun up here in Minnesota..ya u betcha:)