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eregyrnAh, fall! The air is gonna get crisp any day now, I can just feel it! Fall, when a young woman's fancy turns to... okay, no ice hockey season this year. Poop. Fall! When a young woman's fancy turns to... trying to find just the *perfect* PUMPKIN ALE. Yes! Now there's a reason to enjoy the season!
Seriously. Am on the hunt. If anyone has any pumpkin ale recommendations, sing out. Post Road is lovely, of course. Am currently drinking Dogfish Head's version, but although they advertise that it's *made* with brown sugar, allspice, cinnamon & nutmeg, damned if I can taste any of that. (I find this to be true of most of Dogfish Head's brews; they have a very strong-tasting ale and it drowns out other attempts at flavoring. Although -- if you can pick up their Midas Touch Golden Elixir? Do. Because it's beer just like the Phrygians used to make. You know. The Phrygians. Neighbors to the Lydians. In Anatolia. King Midas. Truly. Go thou and drink the ale of antiquity.)
ANYWAY. I think that my ideal pumpkin ale would, indeed, taste like pumpkin pie. I'm all over beer that you can taste spices like nutmeg in. While Post Road is lovely, it's not quite pie-y enough. As I say: recommendations solicited.
Went out kayaking on the perfect Indian summer day this weekend. Warm, but the foliage JUST starting to turn and littering the surface of the river with golden and orange and red leaves. Wildlife count: two blue herons, two painted turtles, one golf ball bouncing off a tree and into the river (fore!), a cormorant, and one very small brown snake swimming across the river, about two feet from me. Awww!
Also, Jack, a USPS mail-truck driver. Here's the thing: I'm as companionable with strangers as the next person. But I kind of like kayaking in solitude. I knew I should have put on that burst of speed, dammit. Jack latched onto me about a third into the outward trip, and stuck with me the ENTIRE way up to the Wellesley dam, and 2/3rds of the way back, too. Think you can't carry on a conversation while kayaking? Think again. We covered many a kayaking topic, yes we did.
One of the things I like best about kayaking is the relationship between personal power and speed. I really love the simple feeling of pulling strongly with my shoulders and arms and that translating into the feeling of gliding ever faster over the water. It's very satisfying.
Do yourselves a favor: go see Shaun of the Dead. That was definitely a two-tissue movie -- as in, I needed at least two tissues to wipe the helpless tears of laughter off my face and out of my eyes so that I could see the screen again.
/weekend report.
Seriously. Am on the hunt. If anyone has any pumpkin ale recommendations, sing out. Post Road is lovely, of course. Am currently drinking Dogfish Head's version, but although they advertise that it's *made* with brown sugar, allspice, cinnamon & nutmeg, damned if I can taste any of that. (I find this to be true of most of Dogfish Head's brews; they have a very strong-tasting ale and it drowns out other attempts at flavoring. Although -- if you can pick up their Midas Touch Golden Elixir? Do. Because it's beer just like the Phrygians used to make. You know. The Phrygians. Neighbors to the Lydians. In Anatolia. King Midas. Truly. Go thou and drink the ale of antiquity.)
ANYWAY. I think that my ideal pumpkin ale would, indeed, taste like pumpkin pie. I'm all over beer that you can taste spices like nutmeg in. While Post Road is lovely, it's not quite pie-y enough. As I say: recommendations solicited.
Went out kayaking on the perfect Indian summer day this weekend. Warm, but the foliage JUST starting to turn and littering the surface of the river with golden and orange and red leaves. Wildlife count: two blue herons, two painted turtles, one golf ball bouncing off a tree and into the river (fore!), a cormorant, and one very small brown snake swimming across the river, about two feet from me. Awww!
Also, Jack, a USPS mail-truck driver. Here's the thing: I'm as companionable with strangers as the next person. But I kind of like kayaking in solitude. I knew I should have put on that burst of speed, dammit. Jack latched onto me about a third into the outward trip, and stuck with me the ENTIRE way up to the Wellesley dam, and 2/3rds of the way back, too. Think you can't carry on a conversation while kayaking? Think again. We covered many a kayaking topic, yes we did.
One of the things I like best about kayaking is the relationship between personal power and speed. I really love the simple feeling of pulling strongly with my shoulders and arms and that translating into the feeling of gliding ever faster over the water. It's very satisfying.
Do yourselves a favor: go see Shaun of the Dead. That was definitely a two-tissue movie -- as in, I needed at least two tissues to wipe the helpless tears of laughter off my face and out of my eyes so that I could see the screen again.
/weekend report.
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Date: 2004-09-29 06:45 am (UTC)Must remember to try Watch City's version this year. But IIRC, it was good but not *great*.
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Date: 2004-09-29 06:49 am (UTC)I remember Watch City's as being one of the "spicy" rather than "pumpkiny" models.