Recently in Beer Bloggin' Category

This has to be quick because I'm supposed to be working. Don't tell Christina that I posted this. A couple of weekends ago Ricky and I were shooting a wedding at Thistle Hill, a mansion near downtown Fort Worth. It's a museum now and as I was wandering around shooting interesting B-roll for the wedding, I came across this guy's stein collection. Some of them were as old as 1904! One caught my eye because it looked a lot like MY stein. Brenda and Leon picked it up for me while they were in Germany a couple of years ago. Mine depicts a King of Beers sitting on his throne with beer ingredients around him. This stein has a castle on it, obviously the King of Beers's Castle! Anyway, I thought it was super cool so I took a pic of it.

I found this pic while surfing. I nearly shot Mountain Dew out of my nose laughing. Chris, on the other hand, didn't seem to think it was that funny. I guess I'll never understand women.

--UPDATE--
I've uploaded a picture of Chris checking this post out on Franken-Laptop. The look is priceless.

I've been wanting to do some beer blogging lately but didn't feel like using Blogger anymore. Since thedavisblog.com is now blocked from school anyway, there's no reason not to fire up a beer post or two on occasion. I ran across this pic and it warmed my heart. I hope to someday have a fridge with that much choice. Click it to enlarge.

I know, Beer Bloggin' isn't allowed on this blog anymore, but this story just fits so well into the category. Monday is my birthday and we wanted to go downtown to celebrate. This weekend just happed to be the same weekend of the Fort Worth Arts Festival. Sundance Square was PACKED. We found parking in a garage not too far away, but Anna and Ricky, who were to meet us there, couldn't seem to find a space.

After some thought, we have decided that my Beer Bloggin' posts have gotsta go! They just don't appeal to enough people that read the Davis Family Blog so they're getting the boot. From this moment forward, no more beer related posts will appear on TheSquatch.com. Instead, they will have a new home at the Sasquatch Brewing Company Homepage. That's OK, I really only planned on keeping my Beer Blog as a way to keep a journal of my Home-Brewing. They tell me the better records I keep, the better my beer will get. There will be stories about my misadventures as well as detailed logs of exactly what goes into every batch of SAS Brew. See you there!

"Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy." -- Benjamin Franklin

This weekend was a lot of fun beer-wise. Saturday morning, I took Myra to the Home-Brew Store. I told her we were going to the "Beer Store" and she was very excited to go. When we pulled into the parking lot, she was SORELY disapointed. She thought we were heading to Albertson's to pick up a sixer or something. She was really pumped up about riding in the cart. Needless to say, the Home-Brew Store didn't have any carts and we nearly had a knock-down/drag-out just to get her in the store.

I've gotten hooked on this show called The Thirsty Traveler on the Fine Living Channel and I've been watching it nonstop for about a week (THANK YOU TIVO!). This goofy Canadian guy--who has the greatest job in the world--goes all over the place learning about any kind of alcohol you can imagine. He visited Scotland to see them make Scotch whiskey and Chile to learn about their wine. Last night he was discovering the secrets of Kentucky bourbon. He was slummin' it, I guess.

The most interesting shows to me are the ones where he visits breweries around the world. One episode, he explored the micro-brews of Alaska and another show he visited birth-place of pilsner beer. One time he visited a supercool Belgian brewery run by monks(Orval). They make a beer that is supposedly one of the world's best. At 5 bucks a bottle, I think I'll just take his word on it. I wonder why he never visits Coors or Bud?

Maybe one day I can get this guy to come to JOSHTOBERFEST. In order for that to happen, I'm gonna have to get better at brewing beer. Which brings me to my next point: I'M GOING TO THE BREW-STORE TOMORROW! I'm super-pumped about crafting the world's next great beer. If you know me, you know that I've already brewed 2 batches before and both of them were pretty good. Last JFEST, I made some beer that was a nice dark amber color that had a great head and a pretty good taste. Unfortunately, it had a little aftertaste with it, too. This time around, I'm going to do something a little different. I'm not quite sure yet. I think I'm going to browse the shelves until something jumps out at me. Who knows, I may be making some sort of crazy banana-hop brew. We'll see. When I need guinea pigs to try the stuff out on, I'm going to be inviting you all over.

I love my wife. Let me tell you why. She's always thinking about me. This weekend, we went over to Brenda and Leon's house to watch some football. They had just returned from visiting some friends in Germany. Unbeknownst to me, Chris had sent them on a secret mission. Chris told me later that she just couldn't pass up the opportunity to get me a REAL GERMAN STEIN, and so she talked Brenda and Leon into picking one up for me. Halfway through the Pats butt-stomping the Colts, she presented it to me and told me what she had done. She's such a sweetie. Here it is:

It's got a king with a beer in his hand and he's sitting by a keg. There's fancy little scrollwork made out of grain and hops around the sides. It's got a pretty ornate pewter lid with, of course, a thumb lever to allow access to the sweet nectar contained inside. I know what you're thinking, "Why do they have lids?" Well, here is a pretty good explanation.

I just HAD to try it out. I immediately poured me a cold one inside and shut the lid. I then proceeded to enjoy my beer without fear of bubonic plague (if you're confused, read the link above). Maybe it was the peace of mind that the lid afforded or maybe it was the 5 I had drank before it, but it was the best beer I've had in a while. JOSHTOBERFEST will never be the same now that I've got my very own stein.