I spent the majority of my morning and afternoon researching Michigan Craft Stouts/Porters/Irish Reds for a St Patrick’s blog piece for work (which you can view here) which made me think: Sweet Jesus I want a beer.
I’m normally a fan of the big, hoppy beers–(sidestory-I used to hate hops, just HATE them. I attribute that to someone buying me a Bell’s Two Hearted on my 21st birthday, and it was the last thing I drank before I started puking. Traumatizing. Coincidentally, Two Hearted has become my “go to” beer when I’m out because bars with the worst tap line ups full of watery mass-produced garbage will usually somehow have this, or at least feature it in bottles. When in doubt, Two Heart-it)–but after my hours-long trek behind the bar of the internet I’m in physical pain based on how badly I want a smooth and comforting stout. And soon that turned into just a hard wanting for a beer…ANY BEER.
Admittedly, I am one lucky gal living in Michigan, a state that is just lousy with great beer. Someone complimented me on my choice of a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale the other week while I was out, and it took every fiber of my being not to say “ehhhh yeah, this registers low on my spectrum, but, uh, thanks.” Not to say it’s a bad beer, but in the grand scheme of things it’s not a go-out-of-your-way-to-acknowledge-how-great-it-is kind of beer. I swear I’m not THAT big of a beer snob, I just want to make sure the right breweries are getting their acknowledgements.
There is so much rich history in beer. The pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock because they ran out of beer, and therefore ran out of clean, drinkable liquid (true story). Monks brew beer (Trappist Ales) as their major monastery fundraising. Hops were originally used as a preservative to keep beer good on it’s long sea voyages from England to India (that’s how we got the India Pale Ale, or IPA). Erica once wrote a post about beer in her critically-acclaimed blog Now Entering Flavor Country (eh? eh?).
I’ve been fortunate enough to work on Kalamazoo Beer Week, be part of the planning for amazing Beer Dinners and Beer Events, attend various beer festivals throughout Michigan and even the Great American Beer Festival, have met many brewers of my favorite beers, and even have my own little “cellar” of fancy 750s and rare bottles. While I myself may not be a beer reviewer, I will take you on a trip down memory lane as I reminiscence about some recent beer travels and experiences from the past 2 or so years.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some clocks to stare at until I can quench my thirst.