Your son or your daughter? An earthy fresh dug carrot rubbed off almost clean on your pant leg or an apple just picked off the bough skin snapping at the first gushing bite? Your long dead cat from when you were ten or your long dead cat from when you were six? The trip to the family cottage last summer or the one before that?

Which is your favorite? It doesn't work that way. Not with the whole of your life or the bit of life that is beery. One beer can be fresh as this week. I like this week beer pretty much always...unless I don't have any around. The next beer can be a couple of year old improved by mellowing or a smacky tang. Each is good but can be wrong if you want mellow but got tangy or the other way around. The best beer won't make up for hurtful words and is never as good as that hug you were looking for. No one should crave Trappist tripel at a ball game. No one should demand PBR with roast lamb.

Favorites? I don't have time for no stinking favorites. There's too much out there to worry about favorites.