Also, I saved this since my trip to the US of A this summer. Cracked it open on the kickoff.
But man [or humans as I call them] cannot live on watery beer alone – at least in the winter.
So I went into the whiskey cellar to choose between bourbon and Tennessee whiskey – wait, this is sounding like a George Thorogood and the Destroyers song. Wait again – that couldn’t really have been the name of that band. Wait – Tom Brady did what ?
So in a very real way Bourbon won the SuperBowl. But good season Yeungling.
Are you a subscriber? I used to have a subscription to Sports Illustrated. I also used to photocopy photos of athletes, sign autographs to myself, and post them in my locker. “Keep dunking Travis – Patrick Ewing”.
Muskoka Brewery has a subscription worth investigating. “Do you want a 6-pack of Moonlight Kettle delivered to your door each month?”. Why yes, maybe i do.
Here’s what i found out …
Beer club! – sounds more delicious than Sports Illustrated.
Here’s the lineup
Dear Muskoka Brewery – keep on slam dunking your beer stuff – Patrick Ewing
Time makes things better. I know maybe a little self-serving from a man over 50 with more white in his beard than red. But it’s hard to wait isn’t it? I can’t wait to use “Come on man, it’s 2017” [truthfully i’ve been using it all year].
Sometimes when i’m impatient i feel like Futurama’s Fry, from Futurama, on the tour of the Slurm factory…
Fry: Can we have some Slurm now?
Glurmo: No food or drink on the boat. You’ll have plenty of Slurm at the end of the tour, where you will party with Slurms McKenzie.
Fry: When will that be?
Glurmo: Soon enough.
Fry: That’s not soon enough!
“That’s not soon enough” indeed! This is what i’m waiting for now – For Royal City Brewery’s Sour with red currant. It taunts me every time i visit. Sitting there smugly at the front door in its large barrels,with the patience of Job [bible Job] souring in its own sweet time. Doesn’t it know that i love it and can’t wait to meet it?
Speaking of 1964, look what i discovered this week. I don’t know where to order it from yet but i want it. Actually i’m not sure how to pay for it either. I wish i had thought of that earlier. In 1964 this nectar was filled into ex-sherry casks [6 weeks after i was born]. When this cask was bottled in 1993 and released as a 29 yr old the price of a bottle was 100 British pounds. In 2007, as a 42-year-old the price was 4, 000. This last barrel, the bottles, if there are any left, go for almost 20,000 pounds. I hope i get to meet it someday. Hey, maybe i’m not getting older, i’m getting more expensive. Or something.
“Did you say Harvest Ale or harvest kale?” Why can’t it be both? This past week i harvested kale from my micro-farm with a harvest ale in hand [photo proof below – well that’s not my hand, my daughter takes a better photo than i do so i outsourced the pic]. I’ve tried many Harvest Ales and i always come back to Muskoka’s Harvest Ale when i get to choose.. It has the right amount of roasted malt and bitterness that helps me transition from IPA beers into the colder autumnal months. This season you can find it in 6-pack bottles at your LCBO and beer store for under $15. I also like Miijidaa’s harvest ale [a Stonehammer brewery product], and so does the little fly that found her way into my pint 🙂
Once inside the cucina my kale were transformed into the most beautiful salty kale chips – i mean really, what else would a Guelphite do on an autumn afternoon?
Hello pretty little fly – are you enjoying my harvest ale? No, i didn’t ask my server what she was doing in my beer because she was clearly drinking delicious elixir and not swimming very well at all.
Also, i saved this little friend and set her out in the sun until she sobered up and could fly away safely.
I believe i am the only wine blogger in the world with a PE degree, and as someone with such a degree it should be no surprise that i love the Olympic games. The final three days were awesome but also a bit sad – in an “all good things must come to an end” kinda way. So to celebrate – a form of “three cheers to the Olympics” I opened a Sour a day for the last three days, cleverly combining my University degree with my latest hobby – collecting Sours. Here’s how the last three days played out.
Wellington Brewery’s Prismastic Golden Sour – chosen for it’s rather mild sourness and complexity gained from being aged for one year in Cabernet Franc barrels with a mix of wild yeast and sour bacteria. Golden because i drank it during the Gold Medal men’s volleyball match between Brasil and Italy.
Wellington Brewery’s Against the Currant – a Blackcurrant kettle sour – made in much less time than the Prismatic and soured in a kettle by creating lactic acid through some magic that i don’t really understand totally. I would like to say that i watched this during the kayak races, but truthfully i had it during the 4×100 m relay when Canada has to wait 15 minutes to discover they actually won a bronze.
Royal City Brewing’s Berliner Weiss was Friday’s edition of the “three cheers for sours” weekend. Honestly, i don’t recall what i watched because i started into a string of Wikipedia pages on John F Kennedy’s “Ich bin ein Berliner” quote which kept me amused for over an hour reading about East Germany, the cold war, Berlin, and the complexities of the German language. Did you know some people think that the translation of that was “I am a donut”? Thanks for trying to rewrite history whatever idiot added that to the highly reputable and accurate Wikipedia site.
Instead of writing about Canada Day i’ve turning this wine blog into a photo blog. It really is easier to write than using my words.
Lunch at Artisinale – French rosé and Tawse Riesling with our first course.
Crêpe and Calvados for dessert.
Dinner BBQ at home with Muskoka 20th Anniversary Cream Ale aged in Oak.
Happy Canada Day
Just in case you’re not a sportsing person, here’s both your sportsing and french lesson for the day.
France is hosting the 2016 European Championships of football [or soccer as we call it on this side of the pond]. The event is commonly referred to as Euro 2016, and since France is hosting it i thought it appropriate to nab a couple of “bière française” – 1664 and 1664 blanc. Or as i like to call them, les “seize, soixante-quatre”. The French national is team is referred to as “Les Bleus”, and the “coq gaulois” is their symbol. “Alles les bleus” i say, and “merci pour la bière”.
Yeah, i don’t know how i got a red jersey of les bleus either. It’s as confusing as anything the French say.