So….hello again from a long time away. This post is actually being written by Geoff’s wife. As the title proclaimed, this is a weird year. A weird six months if we really want to drill it down. I figure if this continues one year in I will move from fresh hops to drinking bleach as per the direction of the giant orange baby. When asked if I could write offensive things, Geoff just said, “You can be as offensive as you want.” So, there. Giant orange baby. Also, for the love of all things good, do not drink b
But, I digress. This is my love song to fresh hop season, but as Jimmy Buffett says, from a different point of view. I am now sitting on my porch drinking fresh hop beer from a can. That’s right, from a can. Now some commenter wanting to sound all smart might write “Jeanne, fresh hop beers have been being canned for years now”. Well commenter, I don’t care. This is my post, and my feelings, and we are going to talk about the fresh hop beer in cans that we had tonight (while watching FOOTBALL???? That had FA
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