That’s right. The long awaited new section of the blog is finally ready to begin posting.
I’ve mentioned once or twice or three times that craft beer is HUGE in Michigan. I swear I read somewhere recently that said we have 444 breweries in Michigan, now that I’m googling it again it’s saying 122 craft breweries. We’ll go with 122 but that was from 2012, five years later and we can probably safely round up to the 200 marker. Practically every city is sporting it’s own personal brewery. The city I live in has two and Ann Arbor right next to us has six. I should notate that I’m only counting actual breweries, not brew pubs, tap houses or taverns. As our friend from New York who is in town as we speak says, “You Michigan people take your beer seriously.”
It’s true. In fact, it is so true that no one I know even drinks anything else besides craft beer. I personally do not drink beer, carbonation hurts my tongue, I’m weird. However, as someone who doesn’t drink beer, I know far too much about craft beer. My husband loves it, my uncle brews his own, and if you bring Coors, Miller or Pabst to a party, well you’re a dick. You’ve just become the pariah of the party.
We have craft beer festivals, home brew competitions, beer guilds and beer guides.
All of that being said, my husband will be providing beer reviews. Mostly Michigan craft beers, but you know, one or two other states hit the nail on the head when it comes to beer too. Each review will be of a specific beer, and once in a while, when we actually go to the brewery itself, we’ll review our experience as well.
To gear you up for future reviews, the next post in this section will be a beginner’s guide to styles of beer. Yes you heard me right, styles. IPAs, stouts, lagers, we’ll learn the differences between them all. Not every style is for everyone, just likes genres with books.
Do you see how much I care about you dear readers? Not only do I guide you to awesome reads and awesome eats, now I’ll guide you to awesome (and warn you away from not so awesome) beers as well.
That’s pretty much what half of Michigan is doing at this very minute. The high winds on Wednesday knocked out power for a crap ton of people. Like my poor little BFF, Ignited Moth, who was, until that fateful day, writing away madly for Necro Rhino. Now all she can do is catch up on reading books during the day and using her Kindle at night, at least until the battery on that too runs out. She’s a trooper that one. She’ll probably finally get power and completely slay at writing for the next two consecutive weeks.
Me? I didn’t lose anything. I’m just sitting here debating whether to continue reading Fellside by M.R. Carey. Work however, has been an issue since the winds began their wrath. We lost phone, internet, computer servers and it ripped off our business sign. So we closed early, came back today with still no internet or phones. Fortunately, we were able to make a hot spot off my boss’ phone and do some business. It was still mind-numbingly boring though because people were too busy eating in restaurants and running around trying to buy generators. Selfish pricks. Didn’t they know I was bored?
I’m still a little bored, hence, this rambling post.
If you could recommend me one book that I just HAVE to read before I die, what would it be? Opposite of that, if you could recommend a book to NEVER read in my entire life, what would it be?
Well….poop shite. My winter of epic fantasy is turning out not so epic-y. Michigan is in total non-cooperation mode and determined to only dump rain and ice on us. Unless you live anywhere from northern-lower Michigan on up to the Upper Peninsula, then you’re probably telling me to stop my fucking whining, the alternative is that I could be buried in snow.
But I prefer that! I can handle ALL the snow. I’m just over the rain and bitter fucking cold. It’s making me a bitter fucking person, because all I want is some mood setting for reading. I literally save up my epic fantasy books for this time of year and without said snow, I’m not really motivated to read them. Sure, I finished the Mistborn trilogy. When we had some resemblance of snow. Now I’m in a constant fucking battle with myself trying to figure out what genre I feel like reading, all while trying to pressure myself to read epic fantasy. This shitty weather just makes me want to read Urban Fantasy for some reason and I’m about to give in.
I mean, I picked up The Shotgun Arcana, but I’m having trouble focusing on it. I blame the lack of snow.
So I guess I’ll go outside today, on a date lunch with the husband and flip both middle fingers to the sky because maybe telling Mother Nature to go fuck herself will get me what I want.