Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Corsendonk Christmas Ale


Every Christmas it's almost guaranteed that I'll receive a bottle of Corsendonk Christmas Ale as a gift. An appropriate gift to be sure and always happily received.

Allow me to tell about the perfect accompanying gift - the Decapitator bottle opener. Described as The coolest bottle opener. Ever. It is, indeed, wicked cool. It opens bottles quick and easy with no fuss, muss, or mutilated caps. Especially cool if you save the caps. And, it's kind of fun to use to. Highly recommended for the beer drinker who wants to add a little excitement to their bottle opening experiences. I love mine! This is NOT a paid adveristment.


Corsendonk Christmas Ale (8.50% ABV) is a Belgian Strong Dark Ale brewed by Brouwerij Corsendonk.

As the name would suggest, this is a good Christmas beer. For a strong ale, the alcohol is well concealed and this brew goes down way too easy.

This Christmas ale has a lot going on flavorwise. The smell and taste are malty with hints of dark fruit, burnt sugars, and seasonal spices like nutmeg and clove. The sweetness is offset by a mildly bitter finish that balances out the flavors The spices linger pleasantly on the palate after the beer is gone.

If you're a fan of Belgian brews, Corsendonk Christmas Ale is something to look forward to every year.


Monday, December 21, 2015

The Beerd'd Grinch

This cocktail came up in my Facebook feed I thought to myself, "This sounds yummy but I can make it better!"

"How?" You  might ask?

Beer. Duh.

I added beer, omitted the soda, and reduced the amount of orange juice. The result was a less sweet, boozy-ish green drink. Very festive! 

I used Roy Pitz Best Blonde lager. I think a hefeweizen or a fruity wheat would work well, too.

Yum!


 The Beerd'd Grinch

3 Oz Peach Schnapps
3 Oz Bacardi Puerto Rican Rum
3 Oz Blue Curacao Liqueur
10 Oz Orange Juice
12 Oz Bottle Beer

Mix well. Pour over a glass filled with ice and top with a cherry.

Ho Ho Ho, bah humbug, or whatever.




Monday, November 30, 2015

Death by Coconut


An unusually high number of notifications for Death by Coconut from various beer groups have been popping up all over my Facebook news feed. They were all raving about and waxing poetic about this beer.

I began to think it might be something I should try.

I've had fantastic experience with Oskar Blues beer, so I was definitely not put off by the brewer. However, porters and stouts are generally not my go-to beers, either. No risk, no reward.

All indications were that Death by Coconut was still sparsely available in Connecticut, so on a recent trip to New Hampshire I swung by a store I was pretty sure would have it - Vista Country Store in Intervale. Bingo! I got that plus a couple local brews.







I sat down to enjoy a relaxing smoke and a Death by Coconut. I can honestly say was not disappointed. In fact, I was wowed.

Death by Coconut (6.50% ABV) by Oskar Blues is dark and creamy. It has wonderful chocolate and coconut notes that are front and center without being cloying or overpowering. Simpy delicious.

I rank this beer among the top beers of this style I have ever tasted. Right up there with Duclaw Sweet Baby Jesus, Founders Breakfast Stout, Samuel Smith's Organic Chocolate Stout, and Keegan Mother's Milk. Not necessarily in that order but definitely that awesome!


Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Swig Flasks - a review


When I was contacted by Swig to review one of their flasks, at first I was like "Nah, this isn't beer related." Then I was like, "What the hell, it's alcohol related. Close 'nuff".

They allowed me to pick from any of their flasks. I chose the Executive Moulded Black Flask; which is their mid-range model.

It arrived in a nice package all tied up with a snazzy blue ribbon that matched the stitching on the leather flask pouch.

The flask is of sturdy construction and has a shiny, mirror-like finish. I have to say that, as compared to other flasks I own (which have thin walls and are cheaply made), this is a very heavy duty flask. And it's beautiful. The leather pouch is also nicely made and fits the flask quite snugly.

The flask also came engraved with a number that grants me access to the super secret Swig Society. Uhm, I guess I shouldn't have mentioned that. So, much for secret. You have to own a flask to get in to the club and also know a special handshake. (I made that last part up - it's actually a wink/nod combo).

I didn't know how I was going to carry it since I don't ever carry a hip flask; that's a hipster sort of thing to do. Get it? Hipster / hip flask. Ha!  Uh, nevermind. Anyhoo . . .

Since I don't normally carry  a flask I needed to find an occasion to carry one.

I was signed up to "run" a 5K and I figured that as good an opportunity as any to give it a go. Since it's November, it's cold, and I hate running I figured I would need to fortify myself to get through the experience. I poured my liquid fortification into my nifty new flask. Said fortification was Vermont Honeycrisp Ice Cider made by Champlain Orchards - an 11% ABV hard cider. If that didn't warm me and get me going, not much else would. Right?

Honeycrisp is made 100% from Vermont-grown Honeycrisp apples. It is sweet yet tart. Good stuff - wicked strong and tasty, too.


I geared up for the 5K - layers of warm clothing, comfy sneakers, cozy hat, fuzzy beard, running pack, and my flask.

Why the beard? To keep my face warm, duh. Not really - although it did a fine job at that. The run - called the Movember 5K -  was in support of men's health. Since it's No-Shave November, everyone was sporting facial hair; fake or no. I have no desire to actually grow a beard, so I made mine - see the pattern here. (I made the hat, too.)












At the start line I braced myself with a swig from my flask. Then headed off at my sad, strained, painful, plodding pace.

I met a mustachioed owl along the way. That blasted bird finished way before me. I mean, like, way before me. In fact, I was passed by just about everyone.

Since I am, possibly, the least competitive person ever born that didn't really bother me.

But . . . I finished, I finished under hour, and I didn't finish last.

So, as a reward to myself, I celebrated by taking several more swigs from my sexy new flask.

Yay me!

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I may have to start carry a flask, it's pretty sharp looking! Don't I look spiffy??




Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Beerific Mudslide


My Beerific Mudslide is a cool, creamy adult treat that is simply wonderful!

This recipe fills two stout glasses.

You can thank me later! :)

Beerific Mudslide

1 Pint Yuengling Espresso Chocolate Chip Ice Cream
1 Cup Whole Milk
1 Can Guinness Draught
2 Shots Patron XO Cafe

Combine the ingredients in a blender and blend until smooth.

Enjoy!




Saturday, October 31, 2015

Winning stuff is beary cool!

I'm known within my inner circle of friends and beyond as someone who wins more than my fair share of stuff in raffles. Sadly, someone absconded with my joo-joo a couple years ago and I haven't won a stinkin' thing in quite a while.

Still, I am not deterred; I continue buy raffle tickets and participate in contests.

Recently, I entered a contest on Facebook.

It wasn't a chance to win beer; that would have been awesome. It was a chance to win pipe smoking paraphernalia. It was a typical Facebook contest; like this, share that, tag some person.

It wasn't the first Facebook contest I've entered, but it's the first one I've won. Yay me!!

I got picked as first runner up in the Bear Pipes contest.  I was hoping to win the first prize which was a pipe, but I'm not complaining.


I was beary excited when my prize arrived in the mail. It was a lovely hand crafted wooden tamper capped with a .45 caliber brass casing.

Suh-weet!

I immediately took it out for a test drive.

Yes, I know this is a blog about beer. So, how is winning a pipe tamper related to beer? Simply put, there are few things up find as relaxing as sitting out on the porch with a good pipe filed with a lovely aromatic tobacco and a delicious beer. That, my friends, is how me winning a pipe raffle relates to beer.


I went with a theme for this smoking "event".  The Bear Pipe tamper, Honey Beary tobacco, and my favorite bluebeary beer.

All-in-all, a good pairing of tobacco and beer. And, my new tamper did it's job quite well.

Good stuff!

Smoke 'em if you got 'em. Drink 'em, too.



Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Don't talk to strangers



When I saw this post show up in my Facebook feed today, it immediately reminded me of something that I experienced recently.

For more than 10 years, nearly every Wednesday night hubby and I have gone out to the same bar for wings and beer.

Typically, it's our 'date night' and it's just the two of us gazing lovingly into each other's eyes while swilling cold beer and gobbling hot wings.

Last week we had a couple of friends join us. They arrived before we did and snagged a table. As hubby and I arrived, I noticed them exchanging words with a young man at a nearby table. A young man who looked, oddly enough, much like the man in the post - with a thick scar etched across the top of his crown from ear to ear but without the massive dent.


"Who's this?", I asked our companions.

The guy looks at me and says, "You owe me a drink."

Me: "What?"

Him: "You owe two drinks."

Me: "Do I know you?"

Him: "You owe three drinks."

Me: "Whatever."

Him: "You owe four drinks."

I proceed to ignore the guy but clandestinely asked our bartendress to give him four shots - of water.

She delivers the "drinks" to his table and the guy says, "What's this." "You said I owed you four drinks." He was like, "Wow that's a lot. What is it? Vodka? Tequila? I really like tequila." So, I sat down at his table and said, "Here, I'll help your out with those."

Meanwhile, hubby and our friends are pissing their pants and falling off their chairs with laughter.

We clinked glasses and slammed down a "shot". Needless to say, he was gravely disappointed. "This is water!" "Yup!" I said, "Let's do the other one!!" So we clinked and drank.

To mitigate the guy's disappointment, I asked the bartender to bring us another round; this time tequila.

While we waited told me about how he got his scar. Some number of years ago he had consumed an unhealthy cocktail of booze and prescription drugs and got into a horrific car accident and nearly lost his head. Literally. Kind of like the other guy in the article.

Okaaaay. The guy was clearly well on the way to an unhealthy state of intoxication. So keep on keepin' on doin' the same stuff that nearly got you killed.

Whatever, I'm not his keeper and he said he wasn't driving, so we did our shot of tequila. Then I returned to my table, and terminated contact.

A few minutes later he appears beside our table with a plate of half eaten wings - literally with a pile of bones on the plate - and said, "You can have these, I'm not going to eat any more." And he wobbled away.

Uhm . . . okaaaaaaaay.

I ditched the plate of masticated wings without touching nary a one and focused my attention on my hubby and our friends.

He stumbled back a little while later, totally blitzed. He mumbled some nonsense about I don't know what and wandered off into the night.

I know that *I* didn't drink enough with him to put him into that condition. But I suspect he earned that wicked scar on his head.

The moral of this little tale . . . listen to your mama and don't talk to strangers. Seriously. Just don't do it. Ever!!