The Session, a.k.a. Beer Blogging Friday, is an opportunity once a month for beer bloggers from around the world to (virtually) converge on a single beer related topic, each bringing their own unique perspective. This month is hosted by Beers I’ve Known, with our prompt being to tell a beer-inspired tale.
Two months my beau visited for three very short days. It was September in St. Louis. It was 70. It was sunny. It was perfect. We relaxed on the porch, we went into the city, we got to go on an actual date. We drank beers on a sunken terrace by a creek and by fire light.
The night he left I had the best dream. We were back on the ranch in Wyoming, standing on the bank of the Shoshone river. It was chilly and there was snow on the ground dusting the riverbank. He was fly fishing, and I was wrapped in a thick sweater, reading, with a cold beer in hand.
Last week I landed in Cody, where he picked me up and we drove back to the ranch. The skies were the most brilliant blue and when we got back to the cabin he handed me an Alaskan Winter Ale and we went walking down to the river. He wasn’t fly fishing, and I wasn’t reading, but we were standing together on the banks of the Shoshone dusted in snow looking at the most gorgeous sky. I was drinking a beer and the snow was crunching under our feet. The dog was weaving in and out of the trees and the light was starting to slant and fall behind the mountains.
This was another dream all by itself.
Sneak preview: it was incredible. As in, actually unbelievable and still feels like a dream. More to come, especially about all the great beers I was able to try and the best German Shepherd I know.
Indiana got its first snow last night, St. Louis had a thin layer of frost, and winter beers are back on the shelves. St. Charles, which is basically Santa’s workshop during December is already putting up Christmas lights and garland on the street lamps, so I thought it was okay to crack open the most Christmas-y of beers for me, the Sierra Nevada Celebration. With that adorable cabin smothered in snow, this is my celebration. Here’s to looking to snow-capped mountains in two weeks, and here’s to a town covered in Christmas decorations and carolers when I return.
All in all…
This is a light and fresh IPA with a lovely amber color and a gorgeous frothy head that disappears quickly, and smells like pine needles. It’s full, smooth, and sweet with plenty of hops and just a little bitterness left over. This is perfect for a transition into winter when the abstract concept is still okay, but we haven’t been hit with bitter winds and trying to climb out of bed on cold mornings. If you aren’t ready for full on winter warmers and dark strong beers to carry you through to spring, and you’re still holding on to bright hoppy beers, then grab this one.
Recommend to a friend?
Come on down, we’ll head down to the Gingerbread village (for real) and we’ll split one on the brick streets.
We’re on the verge of a “no” at 6.8%, but once the holidays hit we’re allowed to be a little jolly.
See previous comment about staying jolly.
Get a six pack?
That would make me one happy girl.
Sierra Nevada Brewing Co. – Chico, California
Well we’re here folks. 11.12.13.
While Fresh Hop season is fading (moment of silence), I want to make sure everyone knows about this great photo contest that Beertography and All About Beer are hosting to win a full one-year subscription to the magazine. I love all the photo contests that Beertography hosts, so go over and check this one out!
I’m counting the days at this point. I’m counting the days until I get to see the mountains again, and until I get to see my best friend again. I’m heading to Wyoming in three weeks, and have already started a list of all the sweaters and warm clothes I should bring. There’s a fluffy white hat, a favorite knit sweater, and my favorite flannel PJs. Plus an extra cribbage set. I’ll get to wake up to mountains out the front and back windows. Three weeks until I get to drink a beer in a valley, stand by a river, and cuddle with a German Shepherd by a wood stove. And did I mention skiing? Oh my goodness, my loves, I get to ski again. There is no other feeling like gliding down a mountain quietly and cutting through beautiful snow.
Let’s just say it’s going to be nearly impossible for me to get back on that plane. After a while I forget how breathtaking the mountains are, and how still they make me. I forget how comforting epic, natural beauty is, and how it makes everything else melt away. Some things wonderfully fall into place when the blue sky takes up your entire view.
It is truly a miracle that any of this buttercream frosting ended up on this cake at all. If you do anything this coming weekend, make this Strawberry Buttercream Frosting by Add A Pinch. This girl has everything right here, and I found myself this past Sunday night sneaking a whole spoonful of this frosting straight from the bowl. She even replied to one of my gushing comments about this recipe by suggesting frosting cookies with this – mind blown. I can’t even deal with how delicious that would be.
The process was really very simple, and the only change I made to these recipes was to use beer in place of some milk, so I’m simply going to give you the links below to these great recipes and great instructions. The white cake was sweet, smelled heavenly, and this buttercream frosting is simply unreal.
Wheat Ale White Cake with Strawberry Frosting
*I made two layers (same size as you see above) with this cake recipe.