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Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Cloudy Skies, Fried Brains, and Buttermilk Beer

Overcast days like today remind me of my time spent in Germany. I was really only rained on about 2 or 3 times during the total 2 months I spent abroad, and I saw plenty of sunshine as well, but overcast skies were a much more frequent occurrence in Germany than they are here in Utah.

In Utah, it's usually either sunny, hazy, and hotter than Hades, or cloudy, snowy, and colder than ... well ... the opposite of Hades. We have precious little of that glorious in-between type of weather. So today is a welcome respite.

I'm pretty sure that if I decided to crack my head open and spill my brains on the pavement today, they would not in fact fry like an egg. Most other days at this time of year, I think I could be the poster girl for the This Is Your Brain on Drugs commercial. No actual eggs would need to be harmed in the making thereof.

Anyway, it's funny the things that stick out to you about a place when you spent significant time there, and it's funny the things that trigger the memories. I connect cloudy skies and the smell of threatened rain to Germany. And so overcast days like today often bring back memories of flower planters in the windows, cobble stone streets and sidewalks, Doener Kababs, and abrasive toilet paper. And, naturally, good beer.

My favorite beer of all time is a German beer I found while I was in Kiel called Flensburger Weizen. It's a wheat beer that has overtones of banana and clove. One evening in my German dormitory, I desperately wanted a Flensburger Weizen, but had foolishly neglected to stock my supply before the grocery stores closed (they close quite early in Germany -- like 5:PM). So I stole the last bottle from my friend Saudi Steve.

Now if you click over on the Flensburger link, you'll see that these bottles have a convenient pop stopper which could be re-closed as if nothing had ever happened. So I drank Saudi Steve's beer, and then filled the bottle with buttermilk, closed the stopper, and replaced it in the fridge. When Saudi Steve went to drink his beer the following evening, he poured the "beer" into a glass, took one look at the white viscous fluid, and exclaimed to the room, "Hey, you guys, I think there's something seriously wrong with this beer!" I snickered in the corner, vehemently denied any foul play, and then finally fessed up before Saudi Steve managed to take a swig. Although I had robbed him of his beer, he appreciated the prank.

Ah, memories!




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7 comments:

Trovan said...

I heard that beer stealing is punishable by death in Germany. You're lucky...this time.

heidikins said...

Mmmmmmm, cloudy skies. :o)

xox

The Over-Thinker said...

Although I don't normally like beer, that banana beer sounds pretty damn good. Wonder if anyone in the states carries it??

Claire said...

"We've secretly replaced Saudi Steve's beer with Foldger's crystals. Let's see if he notices."

"Steve never has a second beer at home!"

Wow, okay, so I am now officially old AND cheesy. Still, replacing beer with buttermilk is hilarious. I'm going to try it out the next time I sneak into the hospital to swap people's IVs around.

Sra said...

Trovan: It's true, it was a risky maneuver.

heidikins: Indeed!

O-T: I didn't actually like beer until I spent time in Germany (and of course you have to try the beer in Germany, don't you?), and I realized that beer doesn't actually have to have a bitter after taste. Now I can tolerate beer that does, but I still think fondly of the terrific beer I had in Germany. And I think I looked up Flensburger Weizen once, and some place in Kansas carried it. If they still do, I might have to arrange a road trip...

Claire: I disclaim any responsibility for the effects of your buttermilking somebody's veins. ;)

Claire said...

"We've secretly replaced Saudi Steve's beer with Foldger's crystals. Let's see if he notices."

"Steve never has a second beer at home!"

Wow, okay, so I am now officially old AND cheesy. Still, replacing beer with buttermilk is hilarious. I'm going to try it out the next time I sneak into the hospital to swap people's IVs around.

Sra said...

Trovan: It's true, it was a risky maneuver.

heidikins: Indeed!

O-T: I didn't actually like beer until I spent time in Germany (and of course you have to try the beer in Germany, don't you?), and I realized that beer doesn't actually have to have a bitter after taste. Now I can tolerate beer that does, but I still think fondly of the terrific beer I had in Germany. And I think I looked up Flensburger Weizen once, and some place in Kansas carried it. If they still do, I might have to arrange a road trip...

Claire: I disclaim any responsibility for the effects of your buttermilking somebody's veins. ;)

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