Seems like weeks go by where all I can do is speak the praises of some simple pleasure in life. I want to start a stand of posts called momentary love affairs.
My summer love affair momentarily lies in beer.
I typically enjoy wine. I Seek it out for the complexity of flavors available. I have grown momentarily dissatisfied with my wine choices. My shift from wine to beer has been swift and significant. In just the past few weeks I have been seeking out anything from the deep, dark, chocolate and the rich, amber to the fruity and pale.
It is a torrid affair, one where I don’t even take the time to learn the name of my lover. I spend time savoring the character, but quickly move on to the next intoxication.
My favorite time to indulge is post exercise, soaking in the last long hours of summer on my back deck.
Of all the beers that have enjoyed my affections as of late, my favor lies in the round, amber beer my sister brewed for me. It was so satisfying. I even thought to ask if I could do it. Time consuming was all I heard before I went looking for a new trist.
The brother to this beer was one that Jack made for me. While it did not linger as long in my thoughts, I thoroughly enjoyed its earthy, dark, character. I did not share Jonathan’s sentiments that it was beer mixed with dirt.
Maybe that’s the way it is with love affairs, appreciating all the moods because I’ve not yet grown tired of them.