You may be shocked to know I used to hate beer.
Throughout my four years of college, I never drank this most delicious fermented libation.
Mixed vodka drinks in plastic water bottles? Yes.
Diet Coke & Malibu? Most certainly.
The occasional glass of wine? Obvs.
But never beer.
It probably explains why to this day, the mere whiff of vodka makes my stomach want to lurch out of my throat in an act of please-don’t-put-that-rubbing-alcohol-known-as-Fleischmann’s-in-my-liver-again defiance. Much like the time I fell into a bush walking home from the bar, and my roommate’s boyfriend had to physically peel me out after consuming one too many Diet Sprite + Fleischmann’s concoctions.
I like to think I’ve matured since then.
In reality, I think it’s only my tastebuds that have matured.
That, and I keep myself surrounded by lovely, beer-loving company.
I can’t pinpoint a specific moment in time when the proverbial lightbulb went off in my head that I thought, Hey, I actually like this alcoholic beverage they call beer! What I do know is that sometime between graduating college some four or so years ago and today, I have picked up quite a liking for cool, refreshing brewskys.
I admit, double fisting beers is not a rare occurrence in my life.
Pilsners, lagers and other lighter, non-hoppy varieties are my beer forte, but I am not opposed to a dark oatmeal or coffee stout as well as a Bud Light (or *cough* PBR *cough*) if need be. I am a klassy lady after all.
However, unlike the crazy collegiate of my youth, I now stop at a couple drinks.
Although, you kind of have to when out to dinner with your dad and sister.
But in all honesty, I’ve come to enjoy the heightened palate-pleasing flavor that can come with pairing the perfect craft beer with the perfect meal, Lenten Friday fish frys included. I thought seriously about giving beer + alcoholic beverages up for Lent but decided against it for this very meal-enhancing reason.
That, and the fact I’m visiting Madeline next week and running a half-marathon, of which beer will desperately be needed to aid in my muscle recovery.
You may be shocked to know that, despite the fact I drank four out of the six days this week, I am not a lush either.
I swear I haven’t fallen in a bush since college.
Well…not drunkenly at least.