Yes, I’m back. No, I won’t be taking down the post before this.
It’s not that I want a reminder of the mistakes – the overdrinking, the not being there, the drunk driving. I don’t because they still sap the color from me. The thought now, especially after seeing her ten little fingers and ten little toes, it’s still more than I care to remember. But it is there, and it is useful. I’m not sure I can ever make peace with it, though I do know I couldn’t be happier that I am here with a healthy, happy peanut who maybe looks just like daddy. Here’s hoping she also has mommy’s patience, beauty, and resolve.
The ex-Catholic in me is craving penance, just one nonalcoholic Kaliber leftover from the third trimester. Just not today.
Thank you b for your encouragement with this project.
I was kind of hoping #50 would be a milestone. It is in a way. But the brew itself, while decent, lacks the celebratory pop.
STYLE: American IPA
LOOK: I need to get used my new surroundings, tasting downstairs instead of the guest bedroom. Apricot orange, dirty. Hazy in the right light and a nice little head.
NOSE: Soft pine and what else?
MOUTH: Cold, especially for a beer that’s been at room temp for nearly an hour. Hoppy bite at the end, but I’m missing the expected floral and citrus notes. I could chalk it up to being out of the game but that’s not quite true. I think it’s just wanting.
Beeradvocate Rating: 86
ratebeer Rating: 96
Hayward Abbey Rating: 78