This series of posts is dedicated to the many, many six packs, pony kegs and pints that have sauntered into my life at one point or another.
Thanks to the incessant prodding towards reminiscence perpetrated by the the various social media constructs, I am that seven years ago today I made my first visit to the grounds of the Eastern output of Sierra Nevada Brewing Company. They commemorated their arrival to the outskirts of Asheville, North Carolina with a staging of their already established Beer Camp festival, a welcome excuse to imbibe in crowd in an area that had already had no shortage of such frothy falderal. The day is a happy blur, less because of the established effects of ingest a steady procession of generous beer samples and more because of the general decrepitude of my memory (though the former factor surely doesn’t help). One of my nostalgic prompts did remind me of one particular pour I returned to repeatedly that day. The caption to the photo insisted I was in love with Bird Song Brewing Co.’s Jalapeno Pale Ale, and I do remember the heady onset of infatuation. It was a fleeting love — to my recollection, my lips never sizzled with its piquant touch again — but it was real.
Previous entries in this series can be found by clicking on the “Beers I Have Known” tag.