Happy Easter and all that. I’m still going to be sacreligious and blog about beer, but at least I picked one named after a saint.
We found this beer amongst the very large bottles of beer, and they even gave us a paper bag to put it in. Half of the Beverage Resort’s dark beer selection is available only in huge bottles. We were driven to this area by one of the employees - an old Russian who following us around the store, talking the whole time. He berated Budweiser, extolled the Russian tradition of after-work vodka shots, and recommended beers to us. Sounded trustworthy to me! And the beers he recommended were good… but this one wasn’t one of them. We picked this one ourselves. Next time I’ll listen to the old dude.
The first impression I had of St. Peter’s Cream Stout was cheese. Yes, cheese. It tastes like sharp cheddar. Initially it is very sharp and savory, with no sweetness at all. It is smooth, but the sharpness comes with a bite. It’s really bland - the sharpness overwhelms your mouth, but underneath, there isn’t much taste.
After having semi-spicy chili for dinner, the taste changed a bit. The beer was still sharp, but the bite vanished. I’ve never experienced a beer taste metamorphosis before - must have been the chili powder.
M: 6.5
N: 7
Edit: I had to include this quotation from their website: “Lower carbonation gives the beers a refreshing, less gaseous palate than many bottled ales.”
Not the kind that you make when angry, but the kind that makes you angry. Specifically, your own.
This is the first rendition of my brand-new, never-seen-before, Mid Week Post! This new kind of post will feature art that I have worked on since my last website update. Along with the art, there will be content - quality content - that will range from lessons learned to WIPs to bad jokes. Well, bad art jokes, anyway.
Actually, I don’t know any jokes, except the one about the penguin in the bathtub, and nobody buy my sister thinks it’s funny.
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This week’s featured art made me mad. You know the kind - you painted what you planned to paint, but it looks horrible and makes you want to run screaming from the room tearing your hair out because you don’t know why you hate it. Usually this is remedied by leaning the painting against the wall (paint side in) and trying to forget about it for a day or two. That, plus the helpful eyes of others, usually show you the problem. Fixing it may be easy or hard or impossible, but if you can figure out what is wrong with it, at least you can call it a learning experience instead of a total failure.
The Ugly Chickadee:
The bird and composition aren’t too bad, but those leaves! AARGH! My sister accurately referred to them “flying yam-aliens.” I wanted leaves, not sweet potatoes. So I did the wall thing and got advice on WetCanvas, and tried to fix it:
Not brilliant, but I don’t hate it anymore. I just mildly dislike it. I learned from it, and hope someone will buy it. What more could I ask for? Some paintings sell, but the artist never having learned a thing…