Since I told you my biggest fear on day 1, let me tell you something that I am not worried about during this journey. Even though a majority of the 365 beers will be consumed in my living room…
I am not worried about a lack of beer in the house.
My husband loves beer. And is evidenced by the picture to the right, we have a cellar to prove it. I will be honest. Much of that cellar is my fault. I simply don’t drink at home, unless we have people over. So, Steve either has to drink by himself or it doesn’t get consumed.
Add to this that Steve also likes to buy beer that you can’t find where we live. This, obviously, means we frequently have shipments of beer delivered to us. As a matter of the fact, the FEDEX guy knows Steve so well that as soon as he spies him in the parking lot, he heads to the back room for our boxes. The next two pictures are from his most recent shipments.
Sidebar: I personally enjoy the unveiling of the box. I rarely know what he has ordered unless I’ve chosen a particular beer. Thus, there is a whole ceremony that goes along with the opening of each box. While I hunch over the box, Steve pulls each bottle out, turns it for the big reveal (or brushes off the styrofoam peanut debris depending on the shipper), and reads me the label, as I exclaim, “Ooo,” and “Ahh.” Sometimes he explains the rationale behind the purchase. Just thinking about this whole thing makes me smile. It’s one of my favorite things and the good news is that it happens often, at least a few times each month.
With all of the beer that we purchase from local establishments, the beer that is currently cellared, and beer that we get through the mail, you can see how that adds up. And since I rarely indulge now that I have my New Brew Thursday Level 10 badge (it’s funny how trying to earn a badge made me drink on Thursday nights), sometimes we lose a beer.
Tonight, when selecting a beer, I knew that I was going to write about our cellar. My plan was to write that our selection sometimes causes really good beer to sit on the shelf or in the refrigerator for a while. I wanted to have a beer that I had always enjoyed in the past, but had been overlooked for others. I’m sure you know how it goes. You want to try new beer when it is released, or your need to drink an IPA while it is fresh, (usually within 23 hours). I don’t know about you, but when our friends come over everyone brings beer to share and it is often one amazing beer after another. Therefore, pulling out a beer that everyone has already tried multiple times and can purchase pretty easily on their own isn’t appealing. Oldies but goodies sit. Which in this case, was disastrous.
Lagunitas Little Sumpin’ Sumpin’ Ale
Tonight – (no idea how old this beer is – I’m guessing quite old) this beer smelled and tasted just enough like nail polish remover that it became a drain pour. Steve sang a funeral dirge and I read a poem as we sent it to the Garbage Disposal Heaven. (We didn’t really sing or read poetry, but that would be funny if we did). Here is how my poem would go:
Poor Sumpin’ Sumpin’
You used to be delicious
Your hops started off piney
And then tasted of citrus
Golden, bubbly, ale
Your color couldn’t be beat
I really loved your style
a true American Wheat
*Steve is currently rolling his eyes at me as I am laughing like a lunatic.