My dad once caught me hammering a nail into a piece of plywood with a crowbar. Overbearingly quiet, he swiped the tool from my hands and stood over me with his “I’m disappointed” look. While I thought I was in store for a lecture about going through my dad’s tools without permission, 10-year old John was actually about to receive a piece of tell-tale advice from his father. “Use the right tool for the job,” he said, producing a mini hammer from behind his back. And he couldn’t have been more right. This childhood lesson also applies to beer drinking. When you use the right glass, the experience is that much more brewtiful.
After a week of dramatic finishes, walk-off wins and crushing defeats, the the World Series match up has been decided. Will the San Francisco Giants continue their decade of dominance, or will the upstart Kansas City Royals finish their unlikely run with a ring? Only time will tell. In the meantime, we can only predict which fan base will be fed better by comparing the culinary offerings of AT&T Park (Giants) and Kauffman Stadium (Royals).
Heavy on bottom, light on top. Such is the general look of a wine decanter, dutifully standing at attention ready to pass off the vino. You’re probably thinking to yourself, as I did once: Do I need a decanter? Why do I need another step between my lips and sweet taste of fermented grapes? Well, I’ll give you three good reasons.
I have four main passions in life: Superman, food (including beer), music and most importantly, the Green Bay Packers. I understand that I’m in “Bronco Country” so please, judge all you want. This woman knows what she likes, so good luck trying to change that. Lucky for me two of my passions go hand in hand on a nice fall Sunday—food and the Green Bay Packers. In my circle of friends, we take “Sunday Funday” to a new level and pig out from sunrise to sunset. We do this with extreme dippage.
Do you love the earth? Do you love pizza? Do you love Halloween more than the earth and pizza? If you answered yes to any or all of these, congratulations, you’re a Halloween pizza loving hippie. And maybe that’s the only kind of hippie you are. We don’t judge.