Monday, January 25, 2010

Ten Things for 2010 (or, I Can Smell the Splenda from Here.)

(This'll be the first post not out of wine shop tasting notes, hopefully the last one prefaced with parenthesis.)

At the end of the year tasting at the wine shop where I work (seriously, more to come later) I did a "Ten Things I Learned in 2009" because 2009 was a big year for my palate. It was the year I learned that a west coast hop profile is not the be-all and end-all of beer. I even learned to love Belgian Dubbels (and lets face it, anyone can like a beer like Duvel, it takes a slightly [only slightly] broader view to enjoy Ommegang Abbey).

However, I still can't abide fruit beers. Seriously - get that framboise away from me.

I figured I'd start (officially) this blog off with a "Ten Things for 2010." Things I'd like to learn, things I'd like to be reality by the year's close, things I'll put in as a joke for filler.

10. Geuze. I don't ever want to fall in love with a sweet lambic, but if I can learn to appreciate these almost-spoiled, blended sour ales, this year will be a success.

9. Brew every week. I was doing so well with this New Year's Resolution, up to the third week...

8. Beer is good; however, more beer is not necessarily better.

7. Start wearing a small recorder whenever I go to a bar, to a tasting, or to a brew session that'll have plenty of beer (RDWHAHB, right?) Ties in to number eight.

6. Come up with something for number 6.

5. Keep people from drinking wheat beer year-round. Every single one of them. There has to be at least one of these that hasn't a chance in hell of happening, right?

4. Go to Belgium. Seriously, flight benefits, income that's nothing if not disposable, and I still haven't made it anywhere except for that quickie weed-run to Amsterdam last Christmas? Shame on you, Charlie.

Shame on you.


3. PBR is like reverse beer snobbery, but you have to drink shitty beer.

2. This is not mine and I have a problem with that.

1. Don't even bring that inside my home, unless you plan to sleep with me. The smell of it is giving me diabetes.

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