So I start, challenged by my daughter. A couple of months ago, sitting in a small beer place in New York, a friend looked over the chalkboard and asked which beers I had already had. “Most of them. I’ve drank a lot of beers.” My daughter with her quick retort said, “it’s nice to be good at something.”
Not beer. Beers. Different kinds of beers. Not large quantities of beers. But it got me to thinking, this moment. What about a proving it in writing. What about a year of trying a different beer each day.
Oktoberfest…the amber equivalent of Vermont in mid-october..starts with a creamy head, punched by a quick tartness and the arching into a pleasant fall of yellow/brown mellow.