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Pint-Sized Reviews: Port Brewing Old Viscosity Ale

It's after noon, so I think it is safe to talk about beer on a sunday. 'specially since it is my birfday.

I bought this bad boy at a Bevmo in Vacaville last weekend, on the way home from Oakland, where the Boy got himself a fancy-dancy trombone as his graduation present. Said trombone got a nice workout on Friday at the local pizzeria when his jazz quintet played a gig, in return for pizza and tips. The crowd consisted mostly of parents of the quint, plus a table-full of their friends, but we had a great time, and the pizzeria did a nice chunk of extra business.

This was my early present to myself, after a tasty dinner of baked beans, roasted chiles, and BBQ'd beef ribs. Mmm, dinosaur bones! Hard to resist when they are only a couple of bucks per pound and pretty meaty. I gave them a nice rub, let them stand for an hour, then smoked (indirect heat) for ~45 minutes over hickory chips and charcoal, finishing with just a couple of minutes on direct heat to crisp up the undersides. Fatty, smokey deliciousness.

And this was dessert. Port Brewing is the extension of the venerable and venerated Pizza Port. If you are ever in the San Diego area, I highly recommend a trip to the mothership in Solano Beach (although they now have locations in Ocean Beach, Carlsbad, and San Clemente as well). Excellent pizza, and a bitchin' beer selection. Each location has its own lineup.

Port Brewing was spun off in 2006, locating in Stone Brewing's former facilities. Named Small Brewery of the Year at the 2007 GABF, and Champion Small Brewery at the 2008 World Beer Cup, these guys know what they are doing.

The Old Viscosity Ale is a strong ale that reads like a Russian Imperial Stout. This is a sipping beer that really should be shared with friends. But it is so good you may be tempted (as I was) to keep it all to yourself. Consider yourself warned.
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First Monday Book Day: Do you really wanna live forever?

I felt the need for some good, old-fashioned, rock-em, sock-em space adventure stories recently. So I reached for a volume with the appropriate cover art (manly man with bulging muscles and movie-star good looks in futuristic, military-style outfit, set amidst post-apocalyptic ruins): L.E. Modesitt Jr.'s omnibus, The Forever Hero, a stapling together of three novels: Dawn for a Distant Earth, The Silent Warrior, and In Endless Twilight.

This one is part post-apocalyptic saga, part superman story, and part tragedy. Yes, the hero in the story is a genetic freak who, as it turns out, is all-but-immortal (I'm not giving away any spoilers here; the "I" word shows up on the back cover blurb). Yes, the hero takes on the Herculean task of mucking out the Augean Stables restoring a devastated Earth to habitability, and of course succeeds. It's not the existential kind of tragedy. OR is it?

I was swept up by the story. Lots of action to be had here. But Modesitt also manages to add some philosophical heft, non-ridiculous historical/political/economic thought, and thoughtful, tragic twists that make this more than just a shoot-em-up. The hero struggles with the burden of myth-making and the complexities of moral choices on a galactic scale. And he struggles to maintain his humanity in the face of a long, long, long existence. I was thoroughly entertained and more than willing to suspend disbelief on many of the more ridiculous parts (like, umm, the fantastical interpretation of how evolution actually works).

What are you reading?

Pint-Sized Reviews: Strubbe’s Grand Cru Flemish Red Ale

I finished my book o' the month early this month, so I decided to sit down to celebrate and to write up the First Monday post. This seemed like a good time to crack open a bottle of something that I hoped would be special, or at least different.

Strubbe's Grand Cru Flemish Red Ale is a Flanders-style sour ale from Brouwerij Strubbe, a family-owned and -operated brewery in Ichtegem, Belgium. Somewhat weirdly, the firm also produces a second Flanders-style red ale, called Ichtegem's Grand Cru, first produced in 2006. It is unclear from their website whether these are actually different beers, even though they sport different labels.

The Flanders Red Ale style is a sour ale style. Unlike lambics, which traditionally are open-air fermented in musty old barns infected with Brettanomyces yeasts, leading to their characteristic flavor profile, some Flanders Red Ales apparently get their tang and pucker from the addition of Lactobacillus during fermentation, which adds lactic acid. In addition, they typically are aged for a year or longer in oak barrels, adding a further acidic note (from acetic acid). They tend to have very fruity noses and flavors (tart cherries, plums, raspberries), despite not actually having any fruit in the wort.

I am a sucker for sour ale styles, from traditional lambics (which typically are fruit-flavored) to gueueze (a non-fruity lambic style, but if it had been invented by Americans would probably be called an Imperial or Double or Triple Lambic, because it is seriously funked up) to Flanders reds.

The Strubbe's version of a Flanders red hits most of the traditional notes. It has a pretty, deep amber-red color, low carbonation, lots of tart cherry notes, and some sourness and astringency. It's a fine sipping beer.

Unfortunately, it's not a great beer for the style. For an analogy, I'd put it on about a Blue Moon level on the witbier scale, far below something like the Allagash White, but nothing you'd be embarrassed to serve to friends. For that, you'll need to pony up for the Rodenbach Grand Cru (oh, yea!) or Duchess De Bourgogne (mmmmm). And if somebody in upstate New York were to some how send me one of these (draft only, sadly, and apparently no longer produced??), I would be eternally grateful.

That said, there's nothing ordinary about Flanders red ales. If you've never had one and your palate is even a wee bit adventurous, I'd urge you to give one a try.

First Monday Book Day: Digging deep and piling high

This month, I succumbed to marketing. I'd seen multiple copies of Ken Follett's The Pillars of the Earth
around my used book store, trumpeting the new miniseries. Ken Follett seemed like such a familiar name, but I'd never read any of his stuff. So I figured, what the heck?

Well, heck. This sprawling novel plays out like a Behind the Music episode. The good guys get ahead, then SLAM! back to square one they go, over and over and over again. Yet good triumphs over evil in the end.

I was not particularly enamored with the writing in this book. Follett maintains a third-person omniscient perspective throughout, which I found somewhat tedious. "He said," "she thought," etc. It just seemed a bit wooden. The dialogue is a bit too "modern" to really sell the story as a period piece, despite the obvious efforts Follett made to tie the story into real history from the 12th century.

Still, I'm an easy audience. Despite the rather ludicrous Series of Unfortunate Events that befalls the lead characters, and the inevitable triumphs that bring them back from the brink time and again, I found myself fairly engaged. If you enjoy learning a few tidbits about early English history, the Catholic Church, architecture and the building trades, then maybe this novel is right up your alley. It was interesting enough for me to finish in fairly short order, despite its hefty 1,007 page length.

What are you reading?

First Monday Book Day: Pillars of the Community

Ok, so, I finally finished the latest installment of A Song of Fire and Ice

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That pretty much wore me out. But I have started a new epic -- Ken Follett's The Pillars of the Earth.
Pillars of the Earth

Of course, Follett has no chance of rivaling Martin for scope or spectacle, and I'm not entirely persuaded by the 3rd person omniscient POV so far, but I'm starting to get into the story. Like with a Disney film (uhh, except for John Carter, which I saw on Sunday with The Boy), at least one parent has to die in the opening scenes or already be dead. Oh, wait, John Carter was "dead" in the opening scene. Check that box.

Back to Follett. Yes, poor Tom Builder's wife gets offed within the first 50 pages or so. Which is about where I am. Surely, Follett won't set ol' Tom up as the hero of the story and then G.o.T. him at the end of the next act, right?

I also managed to read a chapter or so of Richard Dawkins' The Blind Watchmaker, his 1986 masterpiece in defense of full-metal jacket, no holds barred evolutionary theory. If you care about the culture war struggles between the "intelligent design" folks and the mainstream of biology education, this book is an indispensable resource for understanding where the hardest of the hardcore evolutionary theorists are coming from. Fair warning: Dawkins is downright disdainful of both I.D. and, more generally, religion (a viewpoint that comes out even more strongly in his 2006 book, The God Delusion). But he also is a literate and nimble defender of the scientific method and of evolutionary biology. Perhaps most pertinently for this audience, Dawkins is responsible for the term meme.

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First Monday Book Day: Dragg’n

Mailing it in this morning. I spent all day yesterday with mrsS and friends in Amador County sampling wines. We had a lovely time celebrating the 30th anniversary of a good friend's illegal entry into the country (he's long been a citizen, and is a teacher at my kids' high school), but it didn't get my taxes FMBD blurb done.

Among the many books I did not read last month were these. But I have been plowing through the assorted beheadings, impalements, assassinations, flayings, etc., of A Dance With Dragons.

This mammoth installment of George R.R.R.R.R. Martin's Song of Ice and Fire series is, well, mammoth. And fascinating. And disconcerting. Much of the first couple hundred pages feel like back-tracking, because they re-tell some story lines from a different perspective, or simply move back in series time to pick up another character's thread that had been left lagging in the previous volume. Still, there are plenty of guts spilled and bones crunched here to satisfy any devoted reader.

I'm only about a third of the way into this one, but I'm anxious to see the return of Arya Underfoot, for Roose Bolton and his bastard to get what's (surely?) coming to 'em, and for somebody to pay the Walders back for the Red Wedding. Let's get on with it, already.

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First Monday Book Day: Beer Me

Sorry for the delay, kids. Life happens sometimes.

Ambitious Brew by Maureen OgleBut the set-back allowed me to see this link on the burgeoning brew scene in Duhloot. Combined with the awesomeness that is the Northern Waters Smokehaus, and Duluth suddenly is a destination city.

Back to the book biz. This month's selection, Ambitious Brew: The Story of American Beer by Maureen Ogle, is after my own heart. I received this book as a holiday gift from my kids, love them.

Ogle entertainingly chronicles the personalities and travails of America's founding beer dynasties -- the Bests, Buschs, Millers, Schlitzs and so forth, through the heady expansion years of the late antebellum and throughout the postbellum period, the culture wars that led to Prohibition, the triumphant return and then consolidation of the industry in the decades after repeal, and finally the giddy resurrection of craft brewing in the late 1970s through today. It was fun to read her descriptions of the origins of the Best family's brewing operation in 1840s Milwaukee, interlaced with a smidge of malting and brewing chemistry.

This is not great history on a par with The Roommate or Robert Caro or Robert K. Massie, despite the occasional pretension. Some of the treatment of the economics, politics and social aspects, particularly early in the book, is rather amateurish. Her treatment of the consolidation in the industry during the 1950s and 1960s is pretty limited. For example, while she devotes a few lines to the adoption of "accelerated batch fermentation" in her depiction of the fall of Schlitz, I think she underplays the importance of technological innovations as well as the growing use of rice and corn adjuncts in place of malted barley as paving stones on the road to beer hell.

The beer market stagnated in the 1950s and 1960s, thanks to watered-down quality, but also several other factors that Ogle identifies -- a demographic lull in prime beer-drinking aged consumers, a tremendous rebound in consumption of hard liquor, and the rise of the diet industry (infamously culminating in the insidious triumph of Light/Lite "beer").

Some of her prose and analysis left me wanting to drink. E.g., "But beer also fell victim to a national palate that, since the 1920s, had gravitated toward the sugary and the bland, both of which can be seen as hallmarks of a modernizing society" (p.227). Ugh. She then goes on to tie those trends to "a more casual attitude toward sex, to name one example" of "modern" attitudes. Double ugh.

Ogle is at her best mining correspondence, press coverage and other contemporary accounts to tell the personal stories of intrigue and competition between the beer baron families, and, later, sketching the lives of modern pioneers, such as Anchor Steam's founder, Fritz Maytag, Sierra Nevada's founder, Ken Grossman, and Boston Brewing Co.'s Jim Koch. This is entertaining reading.

When she stays away from Deep Thoughts, this is a fun book, worthy of the beach or late-night bedtime reading. You'll come away with a much deeper appreciation for the place of the brewing industry in American history, and some great anecdotes.

What are you reading?

First Monday Book Day: Summertime Blues

Happy New Year (celebrated). I'll be heading to the office shortly, to get caught up a bit. I don't have ESPN anyway, so I won't be missing the bowl games (grrr).

The New Year is a traditional time to look backward and look forward. Today's selection, Joan Vinge's 1991 Hugo nominee, The Summer Queen does both of those things.

The book is the long-awaited sequel to Vinge's 1981 Hugo winner, The Snow Queen, based on a Hans Christian Andersen story. I read the original perhaps five years ago -- it was a masterpiece, but I've forgotten too much. This volume (I'm half-way through) is complex, confusing, and tantalizing. Moon Dawntreader, the hidden clone of the Winter Queen and heroine of the first volume, is the Summer Queen, presiding over an effort to drag her techno-phobic people toward modernity during the long "summer," during which her planet's wormhole gate to a wider human civilization is inaccessible. Her planet holds both a Spice-like life-extending substance and the secret to a civilization-wide information technology mediated through "sibyls" -- human computer interfaces. Meanwhile, outside, other characters are in a race to rediscover a long-lost technology for faster-than-light travel.

The characters and (most of the) relationships are interesting and compelling, and the action sequences well drawn. I'm hooked on this space opera. But you'll want to read The Snow Queen first.

New Year's is a time for lists, so here, here and here are links to NPR's top sci fi picks, of the year and for evah (thanks, Sean, for that third link).

I don't yet know where The Summer Queen will rank on my top whatever list, but it will be in the mix. What are you reading?

It’s Bean a Good Year: Tuscan Shrimp with White Beans

The countdown to the New Year has begun. What better excuse do we need for a little culinary exercise. This recipe is ridiculously easy and will serve 5-6 generously.

This dish is a variation off a recipe from Michael Chiarello. The Napa-based chef comes across as supremely arrogant, but the dude can cook, and has a passion for creating attainable recipes. (I was rooting for him in the Next Iron Chef competition against the even-more arrogant Geoffrey Zakarian). And this recipe is a simple slam dunk.

Of course, I've taken some liberties.

2 lbs peeled, deveined shrimp 3 cans Cannelloni white beans 1/2 tsp chile flakes
4-6 cloves garlic, sliced 1/4 cup finely diced smoked ham 1/4 cup finely diced celery
1 shallot, finely chopped 1 cup diced, fresh tomato 2 cups fresh spinach, roughly chopped
juice of 1/2 lemon finely grated zest from the lemon (optional) a handful of flat-leaf parsley, chopped
a sprig of rosemary, broken into several pieces, 2-3 inches each 1 tsp fresh rosemary, roughly chopped good olive oil

Drain the beans over a bowl, reserving the liquid. You will need about a cup of the liquid. Saute the ham with extra virgin olive oil for a couple minutes, then add the rosemary sprigs, celery and shallot. Sweat for a couple minutes, then add a pinch of salt and a few good grinds of pepper. Saute for a minute until fragrant, then add the beans and enough of the reserved liquid to moisten. Stir to combine and keep warm. You want the beans moist, but not swimming.

I like to brine my shrimp for 20 minutes or so before-hand, then drain well, pat dry, and mix in a couple tablespoons of olive oil to marinate slightly before sauteing. If you do brine, you don't really need to add any (or much) salt to this dish. Stir in the chopped rosemary and a few grinds of black pepper.

Heat a large skillet to smoking hot. Add olive oil and saute the shrimp in 2-3 batches until just done (about a minute), reserving in a bowl. Reduce heat to medium. Add more oil if needed, then saute the garlic for a minute. Add the chile flakes and saute another minute. Add the tomato and spinach and saute until the spinach is just wilted. Return the shrimp and any juices to the pan. Add the lemon juice. Stir to re-heat, then stir in the lemon zest and sprinkle with parsley.

Spoon the beans into pasta bowls (remove the rosemary sprigs). Drizzle with good olive oil (optional) and top with a generous serving of shrimp. Serve with crostini and a big salad. Ask zooomx for a nice white wine to accompany. Enjoy.

First Monday Book Day: Wheel Keeps on Turnin’

The paperback edition of Towers of Midnight finally came out a month or so ago, so I pounced at last. Yes, I am a cheap @ss. I waited a whole year just so that I wouldn't have to pay those exorbitant hardback prices.

Unfortunately, the year-long wait meant that I'd lost track of many of the threads in the gigantic Pattern that is the Wheel of Time saga. Fortunately, Brandon Sanderson's work in this, his second installment of his concluding volume (hah!) was engaging and remarkably fast-paced, considering its 1,218 pages.

I've been frustrated at times through the long, long series by Robert Jordan's rather ridiculous characterizations of Perrin, Mat and Rand. Thankfully, some of that ridiculousness is at last being sloughed off in this work, whether as part of Jordan's plan or due to Sanderson's stewardship. Whatever. I'm ready for this thing to end, and I was glad that this volume actually seemed to push the plot forward -- at almost breakneck speed compared to its predecessor, The Gathering Storm.

This book was a much easier read than the other book I finished (at last!) this month -- Dan Simmons' Drood (featured last month in this space). Of course, that's an unfair comparison. Simmons' book was meticulously researched, incredibly literate, and, well, convoluted as hell, whereas, Jordan's whole series is about as complex as a grilled cheese sandwich. Still, I'm a sucker for this sort of swords-and-scorcery swashbuckling. It was a fun and quick read, whereas Simmons' book was a challenge that nearly overwhelmed me (even as I very much appreciated his artistry).

What are you reading?