Tag Archives: beer

Because alcohol makes great desserts.

.

I found these tasty treats in the grocery store bakery section.

.

.

And seeing that they were alcohol laden, you know I had to try them.

.

.

The Captain rarely disappoints, and even in cake form he was quite yummy. Moist and spicy, it had a pleasing apple pie autumn in New England vibe.

.

.

This wasn’t my favorite of the three, but it still had a nice pound cake richness.

.

But if you love beer, this is the cake for you. The simple act of opening the wrapper released an instant heady aroma of hoppy goodness. Deep, dark and chocolatey like a good stout should be…. this dessert was a winner.

.

A recommendation pour vous.

.

I don’t often recommend beer to friends because everyone tends to like something different. But once in a while I come across a special one that makes me so happy…. I have to share.

.

.

This strange Belgian concoction has a delicious whiff on chocolate upon introduction…. and then sweeps you skyward in a heady sour cherry cloud.

.

.

Pairs well with rich and dense desserts?

Then bring on the 12 pound chocolate fudge layer cake and River is one happy blogger.

.

.

Seriously, if you like sours? You’ve got to try this one.

.

.

Frank A. agrees.

.

The kegorator arrival, and sadly… it’s departure.

.

Why is nothing ever easy for us?

.

.

After searching far and wide for a kegorator and coming up empty (thanks again for making everyone housebound alcoholics Covid 19) we broke down and ordered one on Amazon.

.

.

Yay! Fresh beer would soon be flowing from dual taps.

.

.

Boo.

The box was in rough shape when UPS delivered, the protective packaging broken. And when we tore off all the wrapping?

.

.

The right rear side was dented and the access plate bowed out.

.

.

Had it just been cosmetic I wouldn’t have cared, but the damage was right near the motor and something was rattling.

.

.

So back it goes.

Damn it!

.

Pandemic humor.

.

Because I’m still laughing. (Mostly at myself, but hey… you’ve got to work with what you’ve got.)

.

.

Actual selfie of author

.

.

Now that’s what I call following the CDC guidelines.

.

.

Wow. Now I’m really glad we got another cat.

.

.

Agreed. I listen to my husband’s all the time and trust me, they would be greatly improved with a keg or two.

.

.

I vaguely remember wandering aimlessly through brick and mortar stores sometime in the distant past….

.

.

Technically this last one isn’t pandemic humor… but we’ve all spent so much time on social media lately it seemed appropriate.

.

Chairs are a beautiful thing.

.

And we’re so in love with ours right now I fear they’ll be occupying blog space for a while.

.

.

Do you know how nice it is to actually be able to sit at our bar?

.

.

Trust me, after weeks of standing? It’s seriously nice.

.

.

And yes, I admit a fair amount of alcoholic beverages have been consumed in the short time we’ve owned them.

.

.

Note to self – clear off magnetic bottle opener before guests arrive.

.

.

Ah….

Chairs.

.

And then we got the call.

.

The call that we’d been waiting 7 weeks for finally came.

.

.

And we headed down to the workshop in Biddeford to pick up our custom made bar chairs.

.

.

It was an awful morning, snow showers at our house and rain farther south.

.

.

So I was bound and determined our haul was going to be tightly secured and fully covered for transport.

.

.

These babies are heavy, so when we got home the husband had to haul them all out to the Man Cave.

.

.

Made from 120 year old reclaimed Vermont barn boards, no two are the same.

.

.

At first the husband was upset they didn’t all match perfectly, but that’s what I love about them.

.

.

And they may not look it, but they’re quite comfortable.

.

.

So yes, an inaugural beer was poured. At 10:45 am.

.

.

And consumed while seated. Don’t judge…

.

.

Though why the darn man wasn’t smiling I have no idea. He really was happy, but I guess you’ll have to take my word on that.

.

Not worthy of their own posts.

.

We drove through a small town the other day where I saw a building named after me.

.

.

But it was a gym and not a bar, so clearly they have no idea who I am.

In news from the grocery store, it looks like there was a run on kitty litter.

.

.

Are we hoarding that now? Damn. I didn’t get the memo.

.

.

Ha! You have to love clever ad men.

And finally, I bought a calendar for the barn bar.

.

.

It’s appropriate as fork.

.

.

Let the games begin.

.

So now that we have a comfortable, heated and (well stocked with beer) man cave, it was time to get down to some serious board game playing. Covid social restrictions make multi player games like Pictionary and Cards Against Humanity a no go, so we searched for something fun to play with two people.

The husband won’t play Trivial Pursuit or Gin Rummy with me anymore because I wipe the floor with him every time. So we tried a game a friend had given us last year as a gift.

.

.

Simple enough, you finish the lines from various categories… music, literature etc.

We played three games and I skunked my other half three times. Even though I gave him music questions from his favorite song.

.

.

So we moved on to a classic, Scrabble.

It wasn’t an easy start and we didn’t have a lot to build from.

.

.

My task was made even more difficult with letters like these.

.

.

And these.

.

.

And then these.

.

.

But after a marathon four and a half hour game?

I won…. and my husband was pickled.

.

.