Beer Reviews: St. Feuillien Saison
Appearance : If it wasn’t for the head, you’d swear you were looking at unfiltered apple cider. Opaque with a hint of deep yellow gold.
Appearance : If it wasn’t for the head, you’d swear you were looking at unfiltered apple cider. Opaque with a hint of deep yellow gold.
As always, my food porn pics are a means to remind me what I love about food.
From a very weird article in the Wall Street Journal: Like the cupcake before it, the macaron, a French confection that resembles a pastel-colored sandwich cookie, is ready for its close-up.
Yes, yes, yes, “saison” is the French word for season. But this is not the answer I am looking for. Instead of 10th grade French classes, let’s look at the other topic of desire when some of us were sixteen years old – beer
Offered with no comment : …federal agents descended on Kraft’s offices near Chicago and confronted Mr. Watson.
Through Metafilter , I recently discovered news of a beer that states it has an Alcohol-by-Volume(ABV) of 41% . 41%? That’s a beer that has a proof of eighty-two! To put this in some context, your average beer weighs in somewhere between 4-12% ABV, depending upon the beer
A few weeks back, I asked the basic question of ” just what the hell makes up candy? ” There was some mulling about in the comment section, and a few of you suggested (and one said very definitively) that: Sugar, no flour = candy sugar + flour = pastry Coincidentally, this is close to the definition of candy that the state of Washington (my home state) is giving to candy as well, as they go down the road of taxation of any and all candy bars
I am neck deep in research material, reviewing several different books and articles surrounding the history of candy and sugar.
I started off today wanting to bitch about a specific topic. But as I looked in the mirror, I stopped and thought, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, you can find the worst in things, but have you ever stopped to think about the things we should be proud of?” After chastising myself for thinking ungrammatically, I conceded that I should take a moment to give us Americans a pat on the back for the food items that make me smile. And then I turned away, missed the doorway, and literally smacked my nose into the door frame.
There’s plenty of evidence out there that supports my thesis that I am a very naive person. Take the recent dispute between Amazon and MacMillan . Being a first time book author, I never gave Macmillan much thought