Guys, can I work forever?
> capitalism nods its head.
I am willfully omitting the fact that I came home on Friday at 7PM, fell asleep at 715, and did not wake up until Saturday at 10AM. My body, arbitrary rules! I love work, though. I think I’ve mentioned that. I’m rounding the middle of week two and I am still filled with a passionately irritating energy. Bar prep is improving even though Kaplan has socked me with my two least favorite topics first, property and evidence. It’s not unlike being on Fear Factor, though, so I’m eating the worms and cow intestines first and then saving the mildly unpalatable canned vegetables for later. It’s a delicious process.And now, beer. I have resisted the urge to drink this for breakfast, despite the fact that it is currently the most nutritious source of carbohydrates in the house. I have yet to go grocery shopping this week because the mangoes that are rotting in my fridge have gained sentience and mutinized my kitchen. That being said, if you have the wherewithal to do so, it would make a fine breakfast beer. This was my first exposure to 21st Amendment and what an exposure it was- pop tarts and beer kick bacon-flavored anything’s ass any day of the week.
The beer is loaded with biscuit malt and fruity, tropical hops. While I have to put a relevant objection on the lack of frosting, the other critical elements are forward and very much present in each sip, especially in the strawberry, which kicks in at the back of the palate, better known in beerland as the backwash. Total lie. You know where that is. The jam is richer here, more robust. Kellogg’s, take note. These guys know the proper jam to pastry ratio and they’re coming hard. Also, there’s alcohol.Beer #2 was a gift from The Bedfellow and more impressive than its Swedish pedigree, resemblance to gummies, and shameless fearlessness in the face of copyright infringement is the cosmic connection that it had to all of my main desires. I would have certainly picked this up off the shelf. I am a known entity around these parts. Coming to you via Sweden, via Shrewsbury, it’s Syrligt, which roughly translates to, “candy beer,” and it tastes so amazing. It’s right up there with some of the California salty goses and Atlanta plum ales I’ve been veering toward in the sticky summer temperatures lately.
Brewed with lingonberries and rhubarb it’s more like a fancy drink you might find at IKEA than a chomp at a Swedish fish but I ain’t complaining. Tart and funky with a smooth, bubbly texture. I could have had a few more of these. It made bar prep much easier.