Boak and Bailey asked themselves a mid-year, mid-life question: what do they like now? Sounds like a good idea. I'm just getting over a five week run of creaky ailments that have given me a new appreciation of my insides so this is just the thing for a third Monday evening in July.
First, I checked the evidence. What is really in my stash? Wine. Mainly red wine. Spanish Bierzo. French Côtes du Rhône-Villages. The local Prince Edward County whites. Vintage port. Ürziger. I buy Ürziger primarily to say the word. Quickly. Over and over. Back in the back, there's beer, too. Don't get me wrong. Two types. Beer for now and beer for some time one day. I hide Fuller's Vintage Ale on myself. I hide some from myself. A few final bottles of weird stuff. Funny what ends up back there in the dusty dark damp. I ended up giving away those Stone 5-5-5, 11-11-11 beers. Couldn't be bothered. Sorta dumb project, wasn't it. I tend to have around five cases of beer for another day and a couple for now. More and more, they are getting nudged by cider, too. So, fact established, I like a wide range of wines, beers and ciders.
Second, I like staples. I got some APAs and some IPAs. I don't buy collaborations or other special beers anymore. Too over priced. Too risky as to whether they are any good. Your experiment in brewing and price points? Someone else can be your guinea pig, thanks very much. Poor pleasure likelihood level. PPLL is bad. Abt 12 has a low PPLL. Its PLL is awfully high. So I have a few of those at all times. You never know when Ron might show up. Fact.
Third, my beer selections out might be bland, too. Last few weeks I've had a Brooklyn Summer, Saranac PA, Syracuse PA, Sam Adam Summer and a big Labatt Light. Why? It's summer of course. BBQ beers. Salad beers. Just back from baseball beers. We are spending 12 days in Scotland next month and I am hoping to sip the local equivalents if it's hot. As I eat langoustines. Or deep fried haggis. Who wants to think about drink too much when it's 30C? That's why the good Lord made Pimms and Cinzano. You throw in this juice or that, piles of fruit and cucumber spears. Mint leaves from the garden. It tastes like you intended. Another fact.
Fourth, when I don't have something I mostly dream of cider and perry these days. Oliver's aged perry from England. That one with the caged cork from Lebanon, NH, Farnum Hill. Of course, I can't buy them here. And I won't be in Albany until the autumn comes, the next nearest supply depot. Until then you take what you can get. I was liking Stutz cider from Nova Scotia fine but the local government store didn't keep buying it, preferring the sugar added, mass produced "premium" ciders to the real stuff. Maybe I can find some real stuff when I am over in Jefferson Co., NY on Wednesday. There's a lot of that when you live where I live. Scrounging. Stockpiling. Daydreaming. Planning. There is no denying the truth.
Sound dull? Check back when it's sweater weather. Even here by the big lake, I don't really even want a Belgian beer until it gets below 15C as the high late afternoon. Complex is over-rated when it's hot outside. Like a lot of things. Rebuilding fences. Mowing. Weeding. Painting the steps. Hedge clipping. Replacing... that something out there in the sun that's packed it in, too. Yish.