Goodness gracious. The Brits have quite a history of hoisting some brew! Hearty drinkers at BooTrib will love this sentence: “In the early days beer was primarily a food, rich in carbohydrates.”
This story has it all: the “Gin Epidemic” and “Mothers’ Ruin.” And I love this: In the 12th century, “[t]he adulteration of beer became a capital offence in Scotland.”
to answer the poll in Boo’s Open Thread, but the thread disappeared; guess he deleted it in deference to yours, m’dear…how are you holding up? 🙂
[And judging from reports of typical British weather, what the hell else is there to do than drink???]
I had a friend, Graham from Scotland that I used to party with after work in the boat yard years ago. You find the most down to earth and hearty people in boatyards :o) Anyway, as for beer as food, he told me that back home in his favorite pub when the barrel of Stout was empty they would spoon out the stuff that had collected at the bottom of the barrel and eat it! Thats a serious beer drinker there! So chunky you’re tempted to eat it with a fork! But use a spoon ;o)
Is that what Vegemite is?
I don’t think so :o)
I think it’s called sludge!
I heard you were on here tonight!
I wonder if any other frog ponders are preparing for Thanksgiving and potential conversations with relatives from the dark side?
My mom and dad are coming up to Minnesota from Texas and they are the most hardline fundamentalist right wing variety.
Long ago I decided that I would limit my political talk with them to a minimum because there is absolutely NO hope anyone will change their minds and all it does is cause friction. While we have very little in common – they are my mom and dad and I want to continue some kind of relationship.
Anyway, as I think about spending Thursday – Sunday with them, I have some curiosity about what they are thinking as Bush is tanking in the pols. On the other hand, I just really won’t be able to sit quietly if they get into the faux news kind of spin about it all.
So I’m just preparing myself for 4 days of tension at minimum and possible explosions. What a great way to spend Thanksgiving!
In the “early days”, long before refrigeration, it was a way to preserve the grain harvest.
and so over rated!
and the depression, working on my Great Granfather’s ranch got you three squares and two beers a day along with other things. My German Great Grandmother made it and it was served warm kept in a keg behind the wood stove. They had plenty of workers and my Great Grandfather bought an additional ranch with his bootlegging of whiskey. I tried to make beer and found out that I did not inherit the beer gene. I’ll find out if I have the stilling gene when Cabin, and Janet, and I take to the woods to eventually lose our teeth when the fascist nazi republican party takes America over!