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Showing posts with label beer enthusiast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beer enthusiast. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

The Desert Makes You Thirsty

Skye here, I'm posting this for my brother-in-law Rudy. Enjoy!

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Rudy:

I can say without a doubt that beer has always been a fixture in my life. From the earliest memories to the current day beer has always been around. I grew up in a very male dominated social environment. When I was younger, my mother’s family always seemed to be at the park or someone's house for a party or birthday; any excuse for a gathering to eat and drink. Being Hispanic there was a pretty distinct hierarchy when I was growing up. The women cooked and talked in the kitchen with the younger kids close by; while the men sat outside on the porch next to the Coleman coolers that were loaded with beer.

The older kids were allowed to hang around outside to help watch the little ones that escaped the kitchen and ran amuck outside, staying just out of reach of the men and their beer swilling circle. If you got lucky you were allowed to sit and listen to the men talk telling stories about senseless jabber, all the while hoping they would allow you to get them a beer, so you could crack it open and taste the foam. Beer is a rite of manhood in the Hispanic culture.

There were not many events that beer was not a focal point. I grew up in the 70's, hearing and seeing adds for Schlitz Malt Liquor, Colt 45, Coors, Budweiser, Pabst and many more. I had my first beer when I was 10 at my Tia's (aunt) wedding and it didn't go so well. 

When I was 15 I started drinking Budweiser because I could always count on my Teo (uncle) to forget he had an extra six pack in the truck bed. By the time I was in my late teens I had drank most every type of beer I could think of. We weren’t picky and the beer revolution really hadn’t hit just yet. Often beer was stolen from someone's parents’ fridge brought to the bonfire or social gathering in the desert. Eventually single beers became less important and kegs took their place in my education of mass consumption. Domestic consisted of the usual: Bud, Coors, Miller, Schlitz, Mickey's Big Mouth, Lone Star, Blatz, Pabst and so on, Imports at the time where Lowenbrau, Heineken, St. Pauli and Grolsch to name the few available. The Mexican beer around still has never really changed too much even today; Tecate, Superior, Negra Modelo, Dos Equis XX's and of course the ever present Corona.

It was not until I reached my early twenties that beer took on a whole different meaning for me.  The craft brew revolution started and microbrewery's started to pop up everywhere. Chefs (my line of work) found creative and inventive ways to spruce up old dishes with these new found beers. It was suddenly ok to be snobbish in your beer selection, having a beer that no one had heard of was the new cool. My ventures in cooking and cruise ships only solidified my relationship with beer, going to a new pub in the Caribbean and ordering an unknown beer and then bringing that back for your chums to taste was god like.

TodayI love beer, in all its forms, from strong to weak, colorful to pale, unique to boring, nutty to fruity. There is always a beer for any occasion and any taste, beer has been and always will be a staple in my life. I drink not for the drunk anymore, but for the taste and the celebration that beer has brought to my life...and ok, the occasional drunk.....

Saturday, November 19, 2011

But You Hate Beer...


"You used to hate beer - remember the time you told me that?"
My mother (bless her heart) likes to remind me of this statement, spoken when I was 16 years old.
What I like to remind her is that I still don't like beer...or at least what they called "beer" at that time. Honestly, what 16-year-old kid seriously enjoys the taste of Budweiser or Busch Light? Unless it's in the middle of a cornfield (I grew up in a rural small town in Southwest Wisconsin), and served from plastic cups for the sole purpose of getting you drunk (with an unbelievably bad hang over - not to mention the runs), why would I enjoy “beer?”

I sure didn't.

The first time I enjoyed beer was when I had a New Glarus Spotted Cow. The brewery opened in 1993, during the upswing of craft brewed microbreweries, and it was around 1998 when I had my first taste of this “real” beer. Its yeasty flavor with a mellow malt aftertaste made me realize beer is far more complex than the macro-brewed items made with corn and rice. I was spoiled by beer from this moment onward, and all the beers made in Wisconsin have only enhanced my curiosity in exploring the complexity and varieties of beer. If you want to know when I became more of a beer enthusiast, it was when I moved to Boston. Drinking the Cambridge Brewing Company’s Great Pumpkin Ale and their Heather Ale changed my beer life forever.

Now I study beer (my senior undergraduate thesis focused on how customer’s interact with beer), write about beer (www.beermeetscheese.com), and enjoy the beverage in all its aspects (especially when it’s a microbrewery beer I share with my mom). I can feel my German ancestors rejoice.

Prost!