Given it is freezing cold, blowing a gale and pouring with rain outside, I’m seriously contemplating firing up my beloved balcony barbeque for lunch. Today’s beer haiku captures my cooking philosophy in a poem titled “Preparing for the Grill“:
As the grill heats up
And the pork loin marinates
I marinate too
My latest post on the Malthouse blog has also just gone up. In “The Challenge of American Pale Ales” I impersonate a ring announcer, announce the return of a brewing contest, provide another link to that great imp picture and, eventually, talk about Little Creatures Pale Ale:
The world has always loved a great battle – David taking out Goliath, the armies of Rome battling the Vandals, the Royal Air Force defeating the Luftwaffe, Ali versus Frazier, George W Bush against the English language… In July 2009, one of New Zealand’s most heated brewing rivalries will be re-kindled.
Glass tips – The fine fellows at Beer Haiku Daily and Colin the Handsome Scotsman at the Malthouse
From Victoria University’s student newspaper Salient, my beer column on Tui:
My historical research suggests a somewhat different course of events. The surge in Tui’s popularity was caused by clever marketing and aggressive sponsorship. It actually occurred despite the popularity of the drop at Palmerston North Polytech (known locally as Massey University). Young readers will need to know that this all happened back when Massey did not have more branches than Wishbone.
To redemn myself, the next column was on Mac’s Brewjolais:
In the 2006 vintage, the bitterness was more than noticeable –— it left your palate feeling like it had just poked Jerry Collins with a stick. I loved it. In 2007, the beer was more balanced but bordered on generic. This time, Mac’s have created a beer which tastes unique — it is one of the few beers which genuinely stands out from the crowd. It has recaptured the spirit of Brewjolais.
Finally, a warning about the increasing price of beer:
There is a clear and present danger that, in very near future, beer prices are going to rise higher than the waistline of Stephen Fleming’s pants on that terrible advert for heat pumps.