This is one of the best things I have read about someone's personal relationship with beer. Maybe it's that I am tired and emotional, too. After all, I found out this morning that a rabbit had eaten one of my Swiss chard patches. But I don't think so. I think Zak captures that thing, that thought that gets clumsily described as passion. Passion is far less articulate and leads down side roads and dead ends when blindly followed. Go read how Zak puts it. While I go to deal with that bastard of a rabbit.






Comments
Zak - June 3, 2012 8:24 PM
Thanks a lot Alan, you have me getting dewy-eyed at my own post - how much of a circle-jerk is that?!
Alan - June 3, 2012 8:37 PM
I am just really glad that I do not know of an emoticon for that!
Martyn Cornell - June 5, 2012 7:29 AM
I trust when you kill da wabbit you're going to have it with the remainder of your chard. I'm tempted to say your beer choice should be something hoppy, just for the sake of the joke, but actually I'd reckon a dark, slightly sweet and not over-bitter ale would be best: something like Old Peculier.
Alan - June 5, 2012 8:29 AM
Alas, the children and the law keep me from that dish. Plus rabbit cuteness. Why do we only eat what we think is cute? Cows, rabbits, wittle wambs? Yum. Ground hogs, rats and squirrel? Not so much.