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Post 100. I feel like something big should be happening right now. I even went so far as to Google “songs for epic moments” but was greeted with a sea of Styx and Jock Jamz. But then I remembered the Manowar song posted below, it’s about mead and this post is about an ancient herbed ale based on an age-old Northern Europe and Scandinavian recipe.
I kind of stayed away from reviewing pumpkin beers this year and let Kristie take over that. I’ve learned the hard way that drinking pumpkin beer too often makes me tire of them, and they are something I love so moderation is key, and there’s only so many ways one can compare a beer to a pumpkin pie, and the market is so saturated that I decided to instead focus on marzens and fests and leave my pumpkin cravings for the annual Cambridge Brewing Company Great Pumpkin Festival. Now that I’ve had time to gather my thoughts and decompress from a busy week at work, I pulled together a little recap.
Total Electric Wizard weather the day of this fest. Dismal, damp, bleak, and an hour plus line just to get inside because of the one-in, one-out policy. If the girl who was dressed up as a French stereotype reads this, we wanted to find you and bludgeon you with your baguette once we got inside because you thought it was, “oh so clever” to have your man-friend stand in line, while you and your horde of ladyfriends sat inside a nearby pub, nice and warm, until you all flocked to join him when he was up at the admission table. Seriously, all of the cutters were these kids in elementary school:
It’s fall, and for me that means it’s time to indulge in everything pumpkin. Yes, I’m one of those girls, and if you just. don’t. understand., then you are just one of those guys who probably feels that merely donning a mask is an appropriate Halloween costume. To me, pumpkin ales fit right in with a crisp New England fall as much as foliage or black cats. They go back hundreds of years, when the cool air made pumpkins more readily available than other beer-making ingredients. It just makes sense, and people who are obsessed with fall are far more tolerable, than say, people who go overboard for spring. Trust me on that.