I just might have converted my wife over to the dry hoppy side, or at least away from the more fruity sweet beers. The other day we opened a beer that had been languishing in sad lonely neglect in the back of the kegerator because I just didn’t feel like tackling it knowing the results wouldn’t be to my tastes.

My loving lovely wife takes a few swigs after I took the top off and passed it on. (Those are the rules, you see, if I open it I get to take the top off to “quality check”. I would hate to be responsible for passing on a sub par or tainted beer if I open it. For the record, this rule mostly applies to spouses.)

She looked at me and said “This is too sweet for me”.

“Its too sweet for me”

Music to my ears! Get out the brew kettle its time to crank out a couple IPA’s and dry stouts and that kick butt tripel I did years ago!

Well, it might not seem all that exciting to read about, but I thought it was super cool that our tastes in beer are aligning more closely. When we first met she liked Woodchuck Hard Cider!

Love you, hon…

Cheers!