Each December, one of my local homebrew groups, Colonial AleSmiths and Keggers (CASK) hosts a big competition, the Beer Blitz. This year, they received over 400 entries – that’s a LOT of beer, considering every entry requires two bottles. I’ve observed parts of the competition in previous years, but was never able to judge until this year. Now, I have no formal qualifications other than liking to drink beer, so I was a bit skeptical when asked to help judge, and continued asking “are you sure you want me?” Reassured that it was okay, and that I could provide a consumer’s perspective, I signed up to judge two sessions.
When last we left you in A DIY Beer Dinner – Part I, Josh was telling an elaborate and completely BS story about the creation of Anderson Valley Blood Orange Goze and we were enjoying ourselves thoroughly after the first three amazing pairings. The kitchen was smelling amazing as Thanh and John were pulling the savory fourth course out of the oven. While we continued to swear and tell inappropriate stories, it was time for:
“I mean, I’m a grown man, and I still cry at the end of Toy Story 3, no matter how many times I’ve seen it. And it ended just right. Why would they make a fourth? I don’t know if I can emotionally make it through that.”
“The way they print the letter ‘D’ totally looks like a vagina. And then they printed it on pink paper. Come on.”
“He didn’t want that sippy cup, he wanted the other sippy cup that was downstairs in the kitchen, in dishwater… I”m like dude, drink your water. Go to sleep. We are not having a power struggle.”