We tried my homebrewed beer over Thanksgiving. It was very carbonated–Bryan said it reminded him of champagne. (“The champagne of beers?” I said. “No,” he replied.)
I was pleased to have a real expert on the tasting committee.
And it’s good!
Well, not really, but it was drinkable, if you don’t count the pounding headache that came 30 minutes later–something about homebrews, I guess. I was the only one it bothered–how’s that for karma? Even Gramma, who is not a beer drinker, was kind enough to try it.
Dave wondered why there was a need to improve upon the perfection that is Old Mil Light.
He has a point–I can drink at least a few of those before I get a headache.
