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December 26, 2008

The final spinning bottle of 2008 predicts a Ravens win, but leaves the old man dry

As the year draws to a close, a bottle of Bear Republic Hop Rod Rye from Bear Republic Brewing in Cloverdale, Calif. was drained, and spun. This beer, 8 percent ABV, is an ale made with 18 percent rye. 

I would like to describe how the beer tasted, but my older son, 28, drank it before I could taste it.  That is the downside of having your older kids back home, they drink your beer.

In truth I had placed this bottle in the kid's Christmas stocking. I thought he would give Santa (his dad) a sip. Instead he drank it after I had gone bed, settling down for my long winter's nap.

Anyone else have tales of offspring draining their parent's brews?

I guess the moral of this Christmas story is: you snooze, you lose.

 

 

Posted by Rob Kasper at 2:08 PM | | Comments (2)
        

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if you snooze, no booze

Drank my bottle of Hop Rod Rye last night, and you should definitely pick up one for yourself. (or maybe 2 or 3).

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About Rob Kasper
Rob Kasper, a features columnist, has been writing about beer for 20 years, and he remembers when Anchor Christmas and Noche Buena were about the only beers at a holiday tasting and Sisson’s was the only brewpub in Baltimore. A collection of his columns, "Raising Kids and Tomatoes, Amusing Tales and Appetizing Recipes," was published in 1998. He lives with his wife, Judith, a professor at Johns Hopkins School of Public Health, in a downtown Baltimore rowhouse. They have two grown sons, who come home from time to time and drink their father’s beer.
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