After last night’s festivities, today has been a bit of a recuperation day. I don’t remember the last time I went to bed at 3:00am. I definitely don’t remember the last time I slept until 9:15am.
I spent the day on the couch – video games and history channel. Melissa slept late, got up just in time to go to a wedding shower, came home and went back to bed; it has essentially been a bachelor day for me.
It’s muggy as all shit outside today. It rained all morning, which cut the humidity way down. Walking the dog in the rain was enjoyable. Around mid-afternoon the sun came out with revenge in mind. Sticky and gross. But you know what? I’ve got the slider door open and I’m enjoying being hot. Summer is waning and before you know it, stupid ass winter will be here. Live it up baby, even if it means sweaty testicles…
This evening I’m pairing my moist jewels with Jolly Pumpkin La Roja.
This is a magic beer. No, seriously. I found it in my fridge and have zero recollection of buying it or having it given to me. I’m clueless as to how it got here. My running theory of how it got here involves Nazis, aliens, and Bigfoot.
This beer is a bad-ass sour, just like everything else that Jolly Pumpkin produces. This particular one is aged in oak barrels. This beer would almost certainly intimidate someone unfamiliar with sours or unfamiliar with oak aged beer. The mix of oak and sour in the aroma might lead someone to think it has gone bad!
Diving in. I’m only two sips in and I already love the beer. The oak combined with the earthy sour flavors make for a retardedly-delicious combo. There are some faint spicy notes as well as some malty sweetness lurking. A fabulously complex brew.
It’s hard to believe that less than a year ago I was horribly afraid of sour beers. To those of you who haven’t tried a sour, give them a go. It will take trying a half dozen before your pallet adjusts, so don’t give up after trying only 1 or 2. Aim for something very light, such as