Sure is, especially in this summer heat. I drink a little more than I’d like, but it’s not the alcohol I crave (I don’t find myself wanting whiskey, which I do like), it’s the sensation of opening an ice-cold liter bottle of beer. Ffffshhhhh!!! Ahhhhh! So refreshing!
Jones Dairy Farm. sliced braunschweiger liverwurst. I could eat a whole little packet every single day if I could. They sell it in a roll, and there are other brands that make a roll, too, but I find those too moooshy and pasty. The stacked little slices, two stacks in a sealed package, are the way to go.
'Zactly Doing the same with a cola would be too thick and syrupy, and even a clear soda like 7up or Sprite would be too syrupy/sweet. Maybe a fizzy barely flavored water or even club soda would have that same refreshment effect.
I doubt too many people get all hot and sweaty out at a racetrack or mowing the lawn, then come in and open a chilled can of thick soupy* Guinness Stout with quite the same “Ffffshhhhh!!! Ahhhhh! So refreshing!” reaction. I’m real fond of Guinness, but not for that mission.
* Yes, I’m aware Guinness is actually just slightly more viscous than is water or Budweiser (but I repeat myself). It just has a much thicker mouthfeel. The foam sure is thicker.
Yeah, the lighter American or Mexican Lagers is what you want for refreshment. On a hot day down in the Sea of Cortez, an ice cold Pacifico is juuuuust right.
We save the Guinness for the cooler, but rainy part of racing season.
Pickles. Older cheeses. Cauliflower.
As regards beer—yes, when I had a sip of my Dad’s beer when I was a child, it tasted horrible. How could Dad actually like this stuff? But as I grew older—and by that, I mean 16 or 17—it actually tasted pretty good.
I once owned a horse. She was a nice riding horse, mixed breed, would never run in a horse race, or show jump or do Olympic equestrian events; she was just a pleasant-natured riding horse. I’d groom her down and tack her out, and we’d go off on a ride.
When we got back to the barn after our ride, I’d detack her, and groom her down. Then, she started getting a little antsy, because she knew what was coming next, and couldn’t wait for it. It would be a carrot or an apple, followed by a cold bottle of beer. Yes, horses, with lips like ours, are perfectly capable of glomming onto a bottle and sucking the contents back.
And she sucked her beer back. Faster than a frat boy in a drinking competition, I’d think.
I’ve taken some criticism for this before (“How can you give an animal an alcoholic drink?”), but it was one bottle of 5% ABV beer, and she weighed in the region of 1200 pounds. Alcohol wasn’t going to affect her, but she did enjoy what she regarded as barley-flavoured water after her carrot or apple. Or both.
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Beer didn’t taste like barley-flavoured water to me as a child. It just tasted blech. Obviously, I grew out of that, and a cold lager beer on a hot day is most welcome. So is a nice stout by the fire on a cold winter’s night.
Oh, and somewhat similarly, my grandfather’s cigars sure were stinky when I was a child. Now, I love a good cigar from time to time.
I think a lot of us can share the experience of not liking beer the first time they tried it. I didn’t think I liked most (i.e., North American) beers until I was almost 24 (and tried Czech beer), or coffee (at least black coffee) until I was, say, 20 or 21. Now I drink both in significant quantities, and have been doing so for years.
As a kid I thought I didn’t like chicken. This was based on maybe two bad experiences of being given a drumstick to eat when I was very small, and biting into the bone and sinew. I was left with the impression that chicken was bad meat. I tried to avoid eating it until I was 17 or 18, when I realized that it depends on the part of the chicken and on how it’s prepared. (And I had probably had as a minimum chicken breast meat many times before without knowing it). Now I like chicken as much as the other guy, and I love me a good helping of Buffalo wings. Yumm!!!
Now for something completely different. As a boy, I didn’t like it when girls and women wore their hair in a bun. I think to me they looked like something I would associate with an old lady, or a prudish (by modern standards) Victorian woman, and the different names for it that I knew (“bun” in English, “pundja” in Serbian, “chignon” in French") always seemed a bit funny. In my teens, though, it was quite common for girls my age to pull their hair back into a bun. I gradually warmed up to the look, and the result is that as an adult I very much like hair worn in a bun, especially with all the variations and hair accessories with which one can conceivably be worn.
To me the bun itself is meh, but it does have the “sexy librarian” aspect of “I wonder how she’ll look with it all shook out?” Sometimes guessing is more fun than knowing. Rowwwr!!
As someone who married a sexy librarian, I can state authoritatively that “rowwwr!!” is right. And she does wear a bun fairly frequently. My hair is long enough for a bun, but I don’t know if the same applies to male librarians with man buns.
I’m male, so I can’t say I know what women think of man-buns (the hair kind, not the rump kind). We all know what most women think of good man rump-buns: Rowwr-ette.
But from this individual male POV, man-buns are dorkitude personified. And I say this as a guy whose hair was so long and voluminous I wore various hair bands to keep it out of my face.
I rather agree. OTOH, I used to ride the bus to work and there was a male passenger with long, gorgeous red hair that he wore in a long braid every day. It didn’t exactly match his suit but the look was memorably nice. We got into a discussion once because he wanted to know how I got my hair to look the way it did (like a French braid but only two strands) so I demonstrated it. He told me his girlfriend braided his hair for him (drat!) and that it was long because he was in a heavy metal band on top of his day job.
Whatever a guy needs to do to keep his luscious glory long, I’m a fan of.
A real goer would recognize that the presence of a girlfriend just ups the degree-of-difficulty a bit. You can still get a perfect 10.0 score if your technique is good enough.
Ha, no. I’m not into hurting others just so I can score.
I tie mine back for work, but otherwise let it fly. I’m lucky that it’s as thick at 58 as it’s ever been.
One thing I hated as a kid, was Swiss steak. I haven’t had it since I was about ten, so I don’t know if I’d love it today.
(FTR: I’ve always liked Brussels sprouts and broccoli, even as an infink.)
“Swiss steak” = hamburger patties made very flat, usually grilled on a flat plate grill, not a griddle, and topped with brown gravy usually flavored with mushrooms & onions. Sounds pretty unexciting, but hardly unpalatable. Ordinary hamburgers w grilled mushrooms & onions are pretty darn common and pretty darn good.
I believe you are desribing Salsbury steak. Swiss steak is tenderized steak that would otherwise be unchewable.
Both of which I didn’t like as a kid or would consider eating today. 