Silviakitty
Well-Known Member
So a friend had a party for early St Pat's this evening, and I brought along my party pig of stout to share. It was kind of a test run; my friends are generally respectful people, but I don't know some of _their_ friends. I also brought over a bottle of EdWort's Apfelwein to share.
I find, to my pleasure, that respect was shown to the homebrew! There were compliments, people drank a glass or two, and nobody got trashed on it or wasted it. I was pleased.![Smile :) :)](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
As for the Pride: A houseguest of my friend asked what was in the party pig when I was first putting it in place. When he found out it was irish stout, he said something like "Man, I hoped it was something German." He had apparently lived in Frankfort for many years. I replied, "Apfelwein?" while holding up the bottle. I poured him a glass, and he said "Oh, man...this tastes like home. Where did you get it?" So thank you, EdWort; you made a guy in North Carolina very happy tonight.![Smile :) :)](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
And then the Fear: I get home, I unload my stuff, and I head toward the apartment. The Piggie slips its leash and hits the pavement, where it commences to roll away. I get it in the house finally and inspect it. There are scratches all over the surface, but there don't appear to be any cracks. I swear, it was horrible watching my stout roll away like that...
I find, to my pleasure, that respect was shown to the homebrew! There were compliments, people drank a glass or two, and nobody got trashed on it or wasted it. I was pleased.
As for the Pride: A houseguest of my friend asked what was in the party pig when I was first putting it in place. When he found out it was irish stout, he said something like "Man, I hoped it was something German." He had apparently lived in Frankfort for many years. I replied, "Apfelwein?" while holding up the bottle. I poured him a glass, and he said "Oh, man...this tastes like home. Where did you get it?" So thank you, EdWort; you made a guy in North Carolina very happy tonight.
And then the Fear: I get home, I unload my stuff, and I head toward the apartment. The Piggie slips its leash and hits the pavement, where it commences to roll away. I get it in the house finally and inspect it. There are scratches all over the surface, but there don't appear to be any cracks. I swear, it was horrible watching my stout roll away like that...