Had a good day today, so I'm going to celebrate a bit. With wings! Yes, delicious Buffalo wings. In my younger days, when my activity level and metabolism allowed such things, wings were the cornerstone of my diet. From age 16 to age 22, I doubt a week went by without at least two wing nights included. Spending ages 16-18 in a town where every corner had a bar, and every bar had a wing night (and didn't give a shit if some 18 year old kids hung out there), and then spending ages 18-22 in State College, where every night of the week some bar or another has a wing special, you can see how this wing addiction worked for me. Sadly, as I look to lose weight, not gain it, wings have become a rarity in the schedule. But not tonight, friends. Not tonight.
What goes better with wings than beer, no? Tonight we go with the Farmhouse Lager from Crown Valley Brewing. A pale straw color, this beer gives you a light aroma of malt. You get a crisp, dry flavor that doesn't bring a wealth of complexity or flavors beyond basic malt and grain. It's brewed with Vienna and Pilsner malts, which explains why it seems stuck somewhere closer to a pilsner than a more full-bodied lager. Regardless of what you call it, this one checks in at 4.7% ABV, so I could see this at a tailgate, if you couldn't find a case of Yuengling Lager and/or wanted something a shade lighter.
|Looks like beer!|
Thing to Think About Today:
Just going to put this out here. In The Program, Steve Lattimer had a good day, but celebrated slightly differently than I do. Ah, films about college football. Have to love 'em.
"STARTING DEFENSE! PLACE AT THE TABLE!"