Dandelions. I hate them. Mainly because I don't want to eat them. There is little in the way of root veg I won't eat - being a Scot it's expected - but dandelion? Never. The cool damp spring has given them licence and the front lawn in a mess. If only a Belgian brewer would come and dig out the lot and put them all to good use.
-> Still saddened by the passing far too young of Simon last week but I am heartened to read how his family is bearing up and also that the plans for observances next Wednesday, June 5, include Orval toasts to his memory and the wearing of bright silly socks. I have some of each. Probably you do, too. See you Wednesday. And donations have been directed to the British Heart Foundation and the Stroke Association.
-> Happier news awaited me when I got home to find a parcel from Ethan of Buffalo's Community Beer Works with not one of their beers. Instead, there were four bottles of Pretty Things / Ron Once Upon A Time projects. A Ron-a-thon in a box. I feel like I need to undertake some research before opening them.
-> Boak and Bailey have finally announced the least well protected publishing secret eh-vahr. They have a book coming out. It's about the last fifty years of the ins 'n' outs of UK brewing and beer culture. Very ambitious not having a rounded three digit number of beers to drink in the title. And brave to publish a book related to living memory. Or foolish. Did I say that? There better be hundreds of footnotes. Hundreds.
-> Martyn on hops. Specifically US hop imports into Victorian Britain. You don't expect me to summarize one of his massive essays do you? Go read. And ask yourself a question or two about local, about identity. This sort of information makes me ask about what percentage of US craft is also Canadian, British or German, too, based on the hops and malt sources.
Well, that's enough for a Monday. Just remember, tomorrow is Tuesday.