Every now and then I feel the need to celebrate the humble beer. My first beer was an ice cold Schlitz. It was awful. I might have been 16 at the time and decided I could live quite nicely without ever having another sip of that foul stuff.
Later in life (18) I decided beer wasn’t that awful. After all, I was a poor college kid and all the other poor college kids were drinking it. Brand didn’t matter back then; I drank whatever was available.
For many years I was a Coors Lite drinker. I just thought all beer tasted that way. Then someone introduced me to Shiner. Oh my! Before long I was drinking all sorts of beers and discovering a world of different textures and flavors.
I’m still a wine girl, but sometimes this wine girl likes a really good beer.
Praying for Eyebrowz 