No Glass Ceiling for the Best Job in Whole World

PETER LAKE:  Here's hoping that you are nowhere near,  Westchester !!!!!!!
 
We wish you Good Fortune with all the Rain, and Optimum Safety and Good Health !!!

IVAN..... It's a drive to Westchester but I still spent a lot of the day drying and dragging stuff out of the basement.  We had t-storms all night but no where near as much rain and damage as those folks.  Just enough to give me some unplanned exercise and an excuse to toss some old stuff that needed to go anyway.                                                                                                                     
 Be very well and enjoy the rest of the weekend!

I really like the thinking of the Execs in this article, maybe I should drive to MIlwaukee & see if there's any openings...

Allright...in that article it says women can drink men under the table, but I have found that under the table is where people put usedchewing gum....and I think that might influence some of the tasters....I personally would think old JuicyFruit would change the way i perceive beer to smell/taste...and what about a quality gum, like Beemans?   .  Nope, men that will drink Lite beer, or wimmen that drink a"Low calorie"brew are not to be believed. Period!    .   Bier is,and should be, liquid bread - the staff of life!   .   Why, I've jus had several Guinness samples my own self, and I am here to tell you, "goes great with Sweet Baby Ray's BBQ ribs....

- You should always store bottled beer upright, not on its side.
 This minimizes oxidation and contamination from the cap.
- Bottled beer is pasteurized. Keg beer is not. That's why it's
 critical for kegs to stay cold (38°F). As the temperature rises,
 CO2 expands (causing foamy beer) and dormant bacteria may become
 active and ruin the keg.
- The type of water used for brewing makes a difference. The best
 ales are produced with hard water (with more natural salts like
 calcium) while soft water is better for lagers.
- Before the 1400s ales were flavored with herbs like rosemary and
 thyme. Hops were first introduced to preserve beer but are now
 a desirable flavor.
- Dogfish Head's Midas Touch Golden Elixir is made from a 2,700-year-
 old beer recipe that was found in a royal tomb in Turkey. The tomb
 is believed to be the burial place of the legendary King Midas.
- In 1814 a brewery tank containing 3,500 barrels of beer ruptured
 in London causing a beer tidal wave that flooded the streets,
 demolished two houses and claimed the lives of 9 people.
- Pabst Brewery produced the first six-pack of beer in the 1940s.
 The brewery conducted numerous studies, which found six cans
 were the ideal weight for the average housewife to carry home
 from the store.
- Anheuser-Busch uses rice in its formula and the company alone
 consumes about 15% of the entire U.S. rice crop.
- Belgium wins the "country with the most individual beer brands"
 award with more than 400 brands and counting.
- The familiar Bass symbol, a red triangle, was registered in 1876
 and is the world's oldest trademark.
- Hops contain an herbal form of estrogen that is rumored to make
 men chesty (a syndrome known as "Brewer's Droop") and lead to
 erectile dysfunction.
- The '33' on Rolling Rock bottles was originally a printer´s error.
 It refers to the 33 words in the original slogan. It has generated
 enough mystery over the years that the company decided to keep it.
- Guinness sells an average of 7 million glasses a day.

As to today's topic...for God's sake people the world is spiraling into the abyss and we're preoccupied with taste testers, Lebron James, the World Cup and too many other distractions to mention. Wake up!!! In less than ten years we'll all be grubbing for worms and wondering what the hell happened. Wait until the food shortages hit and then lets see if taste testing really matters.

KY:  I'm with you Bubba, I'd rather be doin' my own taste testing anyway .......
 
 
Ben Franklin once said, "Beer is proof that God wants us to be happy ..."  Makes sense to me ... and it is said that, Beer is almost a Whole Food ... except for Potassium ... and one can get plenty of that by eating Bananas ... Of course, the combination is known to cause severe Borborygmus, and attending Flatus that will clear the Lobby of a Grand Hotel .......
 
Dietary Considerations notwithstanding, my vote would have to be that Beer is a Good thing !!!

I like beer. If I drink enough of it, ugly men turn into handsome princes.
I have a hop vine in my garden. Very pretty it is, too.
Gracious, RY! You are a mine of information today!

. . . I,

Being dry,

Sit,

Idly sipping here,

My beer.

George Arnold

Quality Control is essential to a product's success and Peter Drucker the well known self-described “social ecologist once said ”Quality in a service or product is not what you put into it. It
is what the client or customer gets out of it.  As the customer, I want the very best product and the gender of the taster is irrelevant as I snatch the bottle from the cooler and let it rest on my forehead for a moment before I take that first satisfying gulp and go aaahhhh!. I say break down any cultural barriers that prevent the end user from getting the best product possible.  "I would kill every last
man in this room for one drop of sweet beer"

-Homer Simpson

 
 
"Enkidu drank seven cups of beer and his heart soared. In this condition he washed himself and became a human being."
 
 
 
This tells it all.

Tommy Typical~ Typical! 'Tho now you come to mention it, I could kill for a beer. It is 2pm here & a hot day.
Road Yacht~ are you sure "brewers droop" refers to man-boobs, not erectile dysfunction?
 
I lived near Burton-upon Trent, home of the original Bass beer for a while. As you drove down into the town, the aroma of - not sure if you call it Marmite or Vegemite - pervaded everything. Yeast - the local doctors & pharmacies did well, as yeasts are very opportunistic in finding places to go forth & multiply, usually with itchy, irritating consequences.
In the UK, we have a splendid organisation called CAMERA (Campaign for Real Ale) which put enough pressure on the cartel stranglehold of the big breweries to allow "guest ales" into their pub chains. My nearest small brewery is two miles away. They make an excellent beer under the name of Purple Moose..... makes a change from pink elephants, I suppose.
My Ex 1 was a great beer maker. He'd have my jam kettle boiling up on the range with hops & malt extract & secret ingredients. The results were excellent, a beer that went down so easy that you didn't realise it was lethal 'till you tried to stand up & your legs would plait themselves & make you fall over.

Miss Blue~ Educate me - who is Enkidu & why did he need a bath?

Great quote Miss Blue & as a bit of a wild creature myself, I relate to Enkidu on the drinking and the bathing especially in this heat wave. And given the age of that story would suspect a FIRST EDITION in the media of the day (stone tablets?) would be quite the collector's piece for Mr. Peterman to hawk. 

Kentucky Curmedgeon~ Tear off your sackcloth & ashes, go skinny-dipping or something silly. What's with the Gloom & Doom? Were there no butterflies in your garden yesterday? No rainbow in the sky after a storm? The start to my day was turned sour milk, so I went into grumpy old woman mode ..... maybe you could send us some good grubbed-up worm recipies - curried worms, worms mayonnaise, roast worms, worms in spaghetti so you don't notice them, worms in tempura batter, wormburgers. I'm OK for worms, my compost heaps are full of them. Cheer up, old chicken, plenty of worms out there! There has to be room for butterflies, rainbows, beer, kittens, flowers, babies, wine, music, frivolity, art, & a good belly laugh along with your apple-a-day. In my book, there's two ways of looking at it. They used to say "Eat, drink & be merry, for tomorrow we die" I prefer the version: "This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice & be glad in it."

Hey Curmudgeon, there are plenty of gloom and doom sites on the web which would welcome your dystopian outlook. I think beer is a perfect subject for a miserably hot Sunday. And to even let a few positive thoughts creep in every once in a awhile.

A beer drinkin' woman with good taste would get my vote for president. And if by chance she might have actually read the Constitution, wouldn't that be a refreshing mug of brewski?

The only beer in my diet is used to steam shrimp and Maryland Blue Crabs.
Never drink the stuff. NEVER!!
Another good use for beer.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1JOFhfoAD4&feature=avmsc2

Enkidu--The Epic of Gilgamesh.....he needed a bath to go from his natural born wild state to being a human.  It's a long convoluted story....but older than dirt, but obviously not beer.

PL......... Glad you are allright......... so sorry that things were detrsoyed, but I'm glad it wasn't anything of great value. Make sure you take a break and treat yourself to a good meal!
 
KORTHAL....... you had to do it, you had to go & mention mouth watering food that I have no access to at this moment........... I'm w/you, I may have about 2 budweisers a year......... my brother is a beer nut.... he lives in Asheville which he told me just unseated Portland or Seattle as America's beer capitol........... I went w/ him to some cool breweries and we had a great time, but I'm still baffled that people can take beer so seriously.......... oh well,whatever makes you happy! 
 
Have some steamed shrimp for me ..................pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee................

Hops - The poor people of East London got a "summer holiday" in the countryside by going out to the countryside, hop-picking or fruit picking. Nowadays, they go on cheap holiday packages to Spain & let the immigrants do it - & then complain that the immigrants are here! & they'd complain even more if British produce wasn't on the supermarket shelves. I think they should send young offenders to fruit-picking or potato harvesting boot-camp. We have plenty of disenchanted youngsters who, through no fault of their own, have never been in the countryside. One of my favourite memories is sitting on a mountainside with a boy from a deprived background. We were munching our sandwiches & contemplating the view. "Cor, Miss," he said "I never been in an aeroplane & this is the nearest I will get to it. Ho, man, look at those little farms down there with toy-size cows & sheep! And look how big the sky is!!!" His experience of a cow & a sheep came from a farm visit the day before. He'd only seen them in pictures & was amazed how big a cow is & how small sheep are. He was scared of the chickens, as it being a visitor farm, all the chickens were round yer ankles looking for food. (Great, get the visitors to pay for your chicken food!)
In the general scheme of things, I won't begrudge myself a nice beer now & then.

Carol~ Thanks

Got out my old Beach Cruiser bicycle and I pedaled with no shirt, no shoes, no helmet, and no annoying gears to change.  When I get tired I stop and hum Jan and Dean oldies. If that doesn't work up one's appreciation of beer as it is 90+ already, I don't know what will?  My mom used to wash her hair with beer and rainwater she captured in a washtub. My dad hated that ritual, I can still see him counting his quarters. 

Did somebody say "beer"?

HAZEL....... that's a wonderful story........... that is an utter tragedy that some kids don't get to experience the beauty of the natural world. I do believe that you are correct & I have always thought that; boot camps for juvenile offenders should be in nature doing something purposeful & gaining respect from nature & hard work........ I'm raising my second cup of hot tea to toast you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello Michael, good to see you!  And yes, beer it is today, you can have mine because it makes me sneeze, it really does.  After a swallow or two I feel like I've inhaled a faceful of pollen.........I have been told it's the hops.  I don't know if that's true, because red wine does the same.  So here's a bottle of good red for you, too.   With love from me to you.  PS:  I'm going on a hunt for a moleskine after I leave here.  I've got my moleskine trap and my mokeskine bait and I'm going to ketch me one...I love 'em.  With or without a beer.;)

The Toledo Mud Hens broke a losing streak Saturday nite that has plagued them since June 20th ...  In a Double Header, they swept Buffalo 5 to 4 in the First Game, and a spirit-boosting 12 to 6 in tyhe second Game ... While the Tigers(the parent company) lost in their efforts this weekend .......  Mud Hens' Manager, Larry Parrish told Reporters, "We Got the Pitching, We Got Good Offense, and Great Defense ... But the way we been gettin' breaks lately, it feels like the Cubs ..."
 
And you know that, Klinger was in the Stands to watch .......

hazel, for a few years I volunteered at a living science center where youngsters came to learn about things that squiggle and crawl and coo and climb and sing and scratch and burrow underneath and come out at night and more. Otherwise, they spend their time on concrete and asphalt and watching TV and playing computer games. Much like the creatures they learned about at the science center, these children came alive while they were there.

And so did I.

Good thing they had Beer to celebrate .......

Park4: Didn't you know? Beer and red wine are two of the best baits to trap a moleskine.

PAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK................................great to see you!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Are you roasting the moleskine?

Years ago, we were traveling in England and decided to spend the night at an inn/pub.

It was late at night and my wife and daughter were in our room preparing to go to bed.

I decided to go downstairs to the pub to try a pint of English beer, since I had never drank English beer.

Not familiar with British beer, I looked at the beer names on the spigot handles, pointed to one and confidently said, "I'll try that one."

I am not much of a beer drinker, but when I have one I usually take an initial big gulp of beer, then slowly sip the rest.

I was sitting on a stool at the pub bar. The pint of dark, dark beer was set before me.

I took my customary big gulp -- and almost fell backwards off of the bar stool. I coughed and momentarily lost my breathe. I could feel my face becoming flushed. My eyes watered. My throat burned. I wondered if I had just bought the farm.

The beer was bitter, bitter, bitter and warm, warm, warm. And I was accustomed to light, light, light beer. And cold, cold, cold beer at that.

Compared to the English beer I had ordered, my American beer was not beer atall but what more correctly could be called near-beer.

I sipped the rest of my pint of beer slowly, slowly, slowly. Didn't want to show I couldn't handle it. Not the manly thing to do. Not when you're from Texas, as those in the pub I had been talking to knew by now.

Much later, the woman behind the bar told me it was almost closing time and asked me if I were ready for another pint before the deadline for ordering.

I quickly declined, using the excuse that I really had to get upstairs and to bed. Needed my rest, you know. Had a long, long day ahead, starting early the next morning.

I staggered up the stairs. Slowly, slowly, slowly. Fell right off to sleep. Maybe in my street clothes. I really don't remember.

Before I drank another beer in England, I inquired around, seeking expert advice on a beer that was more like the kind i was accustomed to in the States.

And then I took that advice. Quickly, quickly, quickly.

And in perpetuity.

Sorry, but I have a typo in my beer story above.

In 7th graf, I meant breath, not breathe.

Or, come to think of it, maybe I really did lose my breathe.

Maybe I was even more inebriated than I realized.

Cheers.

Everyone needs to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer.

What is moleskine? The only mole things I know are pesky creatures that burrow underground & eat worms. They create molehills of earth excavated from their tunneling activities & the cats spend hours patiently sitting by a molehill waiting to catch one. They bring them in as gifts for me but will not eat them, so I assumed they taste disgusting. They have lovely grey velvet coats and strange feet that look like they should swim.
 
lotlot~ I can well imagine that a pint of warm english bitter would be a culture shock to an American. What you had in mind was a pint of cold lager - which used to be a lightweight drink. Now they have the ABV up to mind-boggling numbers & it's cheap, so the lads & ladettes are known as "lager louts" & get very drunk & behave disgracefully - like we never did.

rwh1~ I only drink when I'm alone - or with somebody else .....
I only drink on days that end in Y
I like cookining with beer, sometimes I even put it in the food ....
Any more?

Typo!!! & I'm sober!!!! cooking.

hazel leese, I am sober too but I am about to get "drunk" on some prime rib i am preparing to cook with a special sauce I have not made before and some mushrooms. See y'all later. Will have a leisurely meal of it all while watching a movie. Nice Sunday afternoon while cool, cool inside while hot, hot outside.

Hazel: http://www.moleskine.com/

And, I only drink in groups of one or more.

lotlot~ I'll be knockin' on your door in 10 minutes!!! Enjoy!!!

‘oh dear,
Bread-n-beer,
If I were dead,
I wouldn't be here'

I don't know where it originally came from but I heard it a lot when I was just a kid.

One of the ‘rites of passage' that was probably handed down from sibling to sibling soon after we were old enough to walk a block or two to the neighborhood deli on our own was to go buy Dad's quart bottle of Hamm's beer and the daily papers..... they had to be the four star final edition which indicated that it was the last edition of the day.

I don't think they would allow that these days

Michael~ Thanks, now I'm even more confused! Park4 was going out to trap one - I thought she meant something to eat ..... it's a Mustafgizzmo. I'm happy with a pen & a jotter pad.
Beer - I'd rather have a full bottle in front of me than a full frontal lobotomy.

Peter Lake~ Hope you got the basement sorted - floodwater is most unpleasant. In these PC days, the notion of a kid being sent to get the newspaper & Daddy's beer is a no-no.
It's illegal here to sell alcohol to under 18's.

 Oh, Hazel, thanks so much for the invite of yesterday--I was , however, babysitting a collection of chickens,  an outdoor cat and an indoor one-(not to be mixed!)  and three bunnies.
Yesterday I was lovely and romantic, with my green eyes, but today I'm afraid I will have lost status, as my last name is Trent.  Don't, I pray you, think of stinky beer in connection to me!!     Speaking of stinky beer, PARK 4, save yourself-- do you think that any Budweiser product is BEER???  No wonder you are sneezing.  The word to look for these days microbrew, beers and ales made in small places by people who care. I live in the Pacific Northwest, Washington state, that's why I know.  (I also used to live in St. Louis, Missouri  where they make nasty Budweiser, that's why I'm wiser.    Now, y'all ,I don't want to hear of you drinking too much and molesking anyone.  Take care.

To all in the village...please except sincere apologizes for the earlier outburst. Not for the content, the fact that this place is a respite from the world and should be immune to such rants.

Stoney~thanks for your comment, my knees do need more floor time. The reliever of burdens has been neglected of late. Thank you for reminding me. Sometimes we do need to preach to the choir to make sure they're still paying attention.

As for a reasoned response to today's topic...beer is the staff of life on occasion...like a hot Sunday.

Thanks to all for your suffrage of a crusty curmudgeon.

I must be off...

My favorite beer was a Danish beer called Neptun... it was the best!...back in the early70s. I haven't had one since, so I don't know if it's still made. I liked Tuborg and Carlsberg too (both Danish), though the domestic was much stronger than what was expoted to the U.S.A.
 
I bought a ginger brew today Ivan, so I can make myself a BUL with a Tecate (left by someone) I found in the fridge.  Guinness Stout was always good. I like beer warm or cold amd just might have to start drinking it again.

Neptun Mørkt Hvidtøl bottle by Neptun

Country
Denmark

I googled Neptun and found out it was bought by Carlsberg and later discontinued...too bad, but apparently, the bottles are collectors' items.

 hazel leese - Selling beer to ankle biters like me was illegal back then too.... there was just a lot more trust and better knowing of those in your neighborhood......even in a place like the South Side of Chicago. 
Anyroads...... the basement is now like my cappuccino ....... bone dry. Thanks for your concern bebe....

Peace out

Not too far down the road is the "Garlic Capital of the World" and today is the annual Garlic Festival, so that, plus the Wharf to Wharf race in town and the Grand Prix at Laguna Seca in Monterey today makes the traffic horrendous and a great reason to stay home....though I still plan to try garlic ice cream one of these days....it sounds so bad it must be good....and they do keep touting it.

Garlic in ice cream?!?  That sounds as out of place as bubble gum in spaghetti sauce.  But I'd try it there were other people trying it and nobody was throwing it on the ground in disgust. After all, it might just be good, and an aphrodisiac,just like the garlic in sauce.  You know that is true,too. Look how many babies there are in garlic countries.  Now, I KNOW there is Guinness flavored beer, somewhere....

Jane- Gilroy, CA. I installed a tire recycling facility there in the early 90's. You could smell the garlic 24/7 if my memory serves me correctly or I could be dreaming. The Kona Brewing Company puts out some good brews tese days. But when I worked the Bay Area, it was Anchor Steam.    Mssr. Curmudgeon- No prob by me. As Tom Robbins would suggest Life is like a stew, you have to stir it frequently, or all the scum rises to the top

auri~ If you look at a UK map, the River Trent is an adventure. It's referred to in a Shakespeare play as the hook-shaped river. The upper reaches are navigable by container ships, then it narrows down to barges & then becomes a meandering waterway through towns & wonderful English Midlands countryside. Maybe you should do a Trent pilgrimage & follow its route? The reason Burton-upon Trent made such good beer is that the the river water was just right for the job. I also lived in Stoke-on-Trent, famed for its pottery manufacture, the Trent there was a meandering little thing with oxbow lakes where you could swim in summer, tadpole hunt in spring & ice-skate in winter. Cheers!
 
 
 

Kentucky Curmedgeon~ I wasn't having a "go" at you. Just trying to make you laugh on what sounded like a crap day from your post. Glad you are feeling better.

bebe, oh, to be in England, now that summer is here.

Not pub hopping.

But tea shop hopping.

Never met a tea shop I didn't like.

Cuppa hot tea in England would really make my day.

And the next day.

And the next . . .

'Course, when the tea shops close for the day the pubs still are going strong.

I'll drink to that.

Meet me there and I will buy the next round.

Oh, to be in England, now that summer's here.
Better put my brolly up
So tje rain don't get in my beer.

OK, the H is next to the J, Bum!!!

LOTLOT..... sounds lovely!

AURI.......... take a valium.... seriously. I'm not a beer drinker at all.... maybe 2 a year & those two will be cold BUDWEISERS in bottles. So shoot me........ My brother freaks out too... I'm pretty much like....."Whatever, I'm not a beer maven, sue me." & then he laughs & tells me he loves me.........

JANE....... cooking up lots of garlic w/ onions for my sauce......... it makes the house smell sooooooo good!

Never been a beer taster.

But I did judge a hushpuppy contest once.

Sampled hushpuppies all day.

Must have been a hundred different hushpuppies made from a hundred different recipes. They ranged from scrumptious to gosh-awful.

Picked the winners, then started the three-hour drive home.

Stopped for dinner.

And with the meal, they served me not bread but -- you guessed it -- hushpuppies.

Enough to drive me to drink.

bebe, just made a great sauce from an old secret family recipe to go with my prime rib.

Among the ingredients: Garlic and onion.

Plus many, many other things.

Everything except beer.

Maybe next time.

RoadYacht, you said:

In 1814 a brewery tank containing 3,500 barrels of beer ruptured
in London causing a beer tidal wave that flooded the streets,
demolished two houses and claimed the lives of 9 people.

Never could have caused such damage in Texas.

The terrible Texas heat would quickly have evaporated it before it had a chance to inflict such carnage.

'Course, Texans would have been cryin' in their beer knowing that all that brew had gone down the drain.

Once upon a time, you could not get Coors Beer in Texas.

It was brewed in Colorado but was not sold in the Lone Star State.

Which left beer drinkers in Texas high and dry if they happened to want Coors.

Which many did.

Not to worry.

Many Texans vacationed in Colorado.

So they knew to pack lightly when they headed out from Texas to Colorado for some R&R, leaving plenty of room in the vehicle to haul back as much Coors as possible when they returned to Texas.

For they knew that passing out Coors to Texans was the best way possible to win friends and influence people.

For it let these lucky Texas recipients get their Rocky Mountain high, so to speak. And get it for free.

Facebook should have such friends.

And that's no tall Texas tale.

I live near Brew City - that's what they call it - and I wouldn't know what kind of beer is brewed there.  Honestly, it's just unpleasant for me to drink micro, or macro, or evaporated or whatever kind of beer there is in this world, it's still beer to me, and it makes me sneeze.  And gives me a headache.  One beer, if I manage to drink the whole thing.  Achoo.  That's just the way it is.  How do you explain the red wine allergy then?....that's okay, rhetorical question. ... PeterLake, so glad there's no more lake in your basement.  The heavens opened that night, and if that was the angels' tears that poured down, there are a whole lot of hugely sad angels up there... Also, my husband tells the same tale, or similar, of picking up beer, and the paper for his dad when he was a biter, and they lived in Detroit.  He and his sister.  No problems back then for them either.  No one would ever have thought, then, that two little kids would be buying the stuff for any other reason than the truth.  That was a nice time, when the world was small enough that we could trust each other, a nice time indeed.

PARK4 - It was a fine time indeed.  I think we have the same potential for bringing the world back to a size that everyone can get the arms around it... right here at the EyE. peace out - Hudson john

P,&PL~ imagine the beating (still practiced back then) for a child to return with no beer, or the change to show two beers bought, one beer arrived....but remember, lots of family gatherings had home made wines, and everyone in the family,kids too,had it with meals....and it is so in some countries,still.Like topless beaches - no big deal to the people that live there.  We are such prudes, and yet we have the most foul mouths,and opportunist advertising that draws the attention to the salacious ...Gladly, not here, at the Peterman oasis of taste.  And, speaking of taste, anyone ever had that Limbic beer? It is fruit flavored, and goes down waaay too easy, and then you may too....or "just chekin' the inside of the eyelids for cracks"

Once, on a warm day in England, our driver from York suggested we try a drink that was half beer and half lemon carbonated soda. It was refreshing. Really liked the taste. But I cannot remember what he called it. Anyone out there know?

Sorry for the late post. Time zone differences and other things going on.
 
 
To Ky. Cr.
Please let me know when all the land will become fallow and all cattle and sheep will quit reproducing and we will need to dig for worms.
Quit listening to political parties inculding the tea party. What they all say is is a combination of political spin,half truths and out right lies. Ignore political commentators because for the most part none have ever let the truth get in the way of their stories. If you have decent friends and neighbors then trust in them more than in politicians. If not then move. And don't infect your grandchildren with total negative thoughts.

 
 lotlot, similar to a BUL which is beer, ginger ale and lime. Ivan had it in Cuba and wrote about it here on the Eye. I tried it and it's very refreshing and easy to drink. 
 a Shandy is a coctail of beer mixed with lemonade, lemon-lime soda or ginger ale.

rwh1
5:10 PM put that subject to bed or should have.

 
Park4, It could be the sulfites in the wine.  
 
 TT, I've driven through Gilroy in late May when the smell of garlic in the air was overwhelming. I could smell it long before I got to Gilroy. I don't know if the smell permeates the air all the time or only around harvest time.  As much as I love garlic, I wouldn't want it in the air 24/365. 
 
Bebe, I agree, I just love the smell of cooking garlic (and onions too) wafting through the house.
 
lotlot, After all that tasting, I don't know how you had room for anything else, but so funny that the side was hushpuppies.
 
Auri, I agree..Budweiser is awful. It was always my least favorite and last pick...I'd drink it if nothing else was available, but I was a teenage sot, so what can I say.
 
RY, I googled garlic ice cream and there are so many recipes to choose from, ranging from 1 clove to 5 heads. Here's 1, though 1 clove seems sort of minimal to me.  
 Makes 1 quart
Prep Time: 20 minutes
Cook Time: 20 minutes
Total Time: 40 minutes
Ingredients:

2 cups whole milk
1 clove garlic, minced
1 vanilla bean, split in half, and the seeds scraped out and reserved
1 cups heavy cream
1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
8 egg yolks
Preparation:

Put milk, garlic, vanilla pod and seeds in a saucepan. Bring to a boil over medium heat and remove immediately.


In mixing bowl, whisk the cream, sugar and egg yolks until combined. Whisking constantly, slowly strain the hot milk mixture into the egg and sugar mixture.


Return the mixture to the pan and stir continuously over low heat until it thickens slightly, and coats the back of a spoon, about 10-12 minutes. Do not boil!


Pour in a bowl and chill over an ice bath. Pour into ice cream machine and churn until done. Freeze until ready to serve.
 

janej78, a BUL and a Shandy it shall be. Thanks.