This week I thought I’d try something different: I would drink some beer, and write down what I thought. But not necessarily about the beer, and I won’t tell you what the beer is. Those things don’t matter. Instead, what does drinking the beer make me… Feel? Or think. I don’t know. Let’s have some beer.
Poured into a can shaped glass. Close to perfection, marred by a hint of soy sauce. Camping at dusk. Drinking quickly strips the flavor, though some sticks around on my tongue to say hi after its friends have left.
Only having a sip of my wife’s from a can shaped can. Sweet, cidery. Oh, wait, this is cider.
Drinking out of a bottle. Bread with honey, then a hailstorm. Paired with chocolate cake with ganache, which was a terrible idea.
The Fourth Beer
I did not drink this beer. It tasted like the dream of a cloud after a drizzle.