Well, looks like you guys will get a two-fer (but not a two-four) of these domestic posts this week. The lateness of this one comes from the bad case of knitting blahs I've been battling for the past few weeks. I thought it was just post-holiday malaise, but I think I've discovered the true root: TOO MANY DAMN SOCKS.
I discovered my half-finished Broadripples after one completed sock and its matching ball of yarn spent no less than FIVE YEARS buried under my stash. I thought I would be able to finish these in days. They're knit at a relatively large gauge for socks, the pattern is more exciting than plain stockinette, and my shame would drive me forward. But not so much. Two weeks later, they're finally finished. I did start the second sock from the wrong end of the ball, so the colours don't match up. Oh well. After five years, asking for perfection would be asking for a little much. But finishing this long-abandoned pair has made me realize that I'm bored with socks. I've knit too many of them, and not enough sweaters. And that is why I came back from Guelph with a suitcase full of yarn.
I haven't had any trouble finding good beer though, and this week I'm here to tell you about Amsterdam's Spring Bock. Bocks are malty, lightly hopped lagers that are usually dark in colour and high in alcohol. Amsterdam releases this one every spring, and you can cellar your bottle for another year, or just drink it right now. It goes down smoothly and ends by tasting a little like burnt marshmallow, so watch out - or else that 7% ABV will get you.
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