Posts made by David Harris
RE: Wildlife Encounters
Sometimes you don't have to venture far into the wilderness to encounter wildlife.
But when you encounter it in your front yard, the question is: Just what is wild and what isn't? The deadliest creature in this photo -- by far -- is that lovable little guy in front, while the big "wild" one behind is timid and harms only vegetables.
And then there's the photographer, who looks at that deer and thinks... Venison!
RE: Craft Beer Spoken Here
Now wait.... you are/were Ballard Brewing, Seattle based?
Yes, but no. That is, I was living in Seattle, in the Ballard neighborhood, and I did a lot of brewing. And had fun making labels for the beers I brewed. But it was not a commercial enterprise. Just me brewing at home. So I put "Ballard Brewing" on my labels.
In 2011 we moved from Ballard to the Pigeon Point neighborhood, and I changed my labels accordingly. And, at about that same time, Ballard suddenly became the hottest location in the galaxy to open a new brewery. There must be at least 15 breweries in that one small Seattle neighborhood -- and I'd be surprised if one of them wasn't called Ballard Brewing, or something similar.
And overall, Seattle has more breweries than any other city in the US. The last data I have seen was from 2017, when the Seattle Metropolitan Statistical Area had 174. The next closest was Chicago, with 158.
And regarding Scole's note, above, I won't say that Lost Abbey is my favorite, but they sure do make a lot of really, really good beer.
RE: Craft Beer Spoken Here
Well what is crafty varies with time, eh
The history of beer, no matter how interesting, is so full of holes that no one will ever know what his/her ancestors were drinking. Go back as far as you want, and, while you will find clues, there will be no detailed recipe that will let you brew what the Sumerians, Egyptians, Brits, whomever were drinking back then.
We can guess, and do our best to recreate the brews of days past, but we'll never know for sure...
However, that doesn't stop us from building either new or historic beers today. If any of you ever make it to the remote-from-everywhere place I now live, you can sample some of these...
But I guess I'll have to bring the labels up to date, changing everything to Powell River Brewery,
The local custom is to drink tequila alongside a spicy hot, fruity chaser called "Sangrita".
It has been almost 50 years since I spent time in Mexico, but back then the custom in the places we hung out was to serve Tequila with a plate of lime wedges and a bowl of salt.
Wet the back of your hand, put some salt on it, suck a lime wedge, lick the salt, and chase it with a shot of Tequila.
Is that still common anywhere?
Is it me? Backing off pitty-party-for-Darwin:
Yes, Darwin, it is you.
The rest of us know that your kind of football is what men who are not manly enough to play the other kind of football play.
But then, if American football players were manly enough to play cricket, they wouldn't be grunting around on Astroturf.
And, of course, cricket is a fallback for people who haven't got what it takes to play basketball.
RE: Sippin' Whisk(e)y
When I first sampled Lagavulin (almost 40 years ago), it retailed for $24 a bottle in Vancouver, where I was living. I loved it, and it, along with Ardbeg, remained my favorites.
But over the years, my desire for spirits of any kind gradually waned, although I certainly enjoyed a glass of good Whiskey (or Tequila) from time to time. That shrinking desire for Lagavulin should have been a good thing, because the price of good single malt took off into the stratosphere. Unfortunately it was replaced by a desire for the Barolos and Barbarescos of Italy's Piedmont. Ouch!
Which brings me to yesterday, when I parked in the lot of a local liquor store here in my new hometown of Powell River, BC, which, despite being only 70 miles from Vancouver in distance, is six hours away in time. (Two ferries required to get here.) It's a peaceful place, far removed from the crime and politics of most of the US and Canada, and, as usual, I didn't bother closing the car window.
In the store I got the first of two surprises. Perusing the single malt selection I found Lagavulin 16, my old favorite -- at $124 a bottle! I knew it had gone up over the years, but damn...
Second surprise came when I returned to my car, and noticed a sheet of white paper on the passenger seat. Had someone bumped the car? Or was unhappy with the way it was parked?
Neither. But the two words written on the paper made clear was that someone had noticed my US (Washington) plates, and, either in sympathy or anger, had left me this...
(The car is actually my wife's and since she's still working in the US, she has kept the US plates.)