I live in a wonderful land where craft beer establishments
have become more common than Starbucks. I absolutely LOVE good
beer. I mean love, love it. I do not just like to have a cold one on a
hot day but pretty much any time (Not at work for the record. I have
tried to get them to change the no drinking at work rules but, to date, they
have not succumbed to my gentle suggestions. I will continue the
quest. Oh and driving. That’s out to. I am not sure I would
be a good driver after beer(s) and I don’t plan to test it out!) If
I were not so old I would become a craft beer making, hipster cicerone (for
those that don’t know a cicerone is a professional beer person. Or one
who knows all things beer.) Now that the local breweries are a part of my
life I have a very difficult time drinking the other beer – the mass produced,
yucky stuff that you can buy at pretty much any liquor store. This new
love has presented me with a few troubling issues. First and foremost I
am almost positive the beer has contributed to a fair amount of weight gain
(That and the nachos. Maybe.) This in itself should make me hang my craft beer hat! Secondly, craft beer tends to be a
teeny bit (read much more) expensive than the other stuff so the purchases tend
to be hidden away from the beer swilling money suckers and therefore most of
the time it’s warm and requires planning/hiding the beer with the
vegetables. Of course there are the wonderful growlers you can get filled
to take home but those baby's have to be consumed in a short period of time
and that too requires planning! The moral of the story is I again love,
love something that doesn’t love me – beer, coffee, nachos, cheese, food…. You
get what I am saying. Googling moderation right now.
Oh and for the record, this is no essay. I have just
always wanted to add that to the title of something. This seemed like
that time.
