Well, today's weapon of choice was a test in patience. (...and after revisions, a test in keeping my mind out of the gutter. Ok....GO!)
I found a stray Boddington's Pub Ale in the back of the fridge today. I don't think it had been there for long, 2 or 3 months, tops. I thought for a moment:
Light color - check
Tasty - check
Loads of head - not good, but I think I'm up for the challenge (Yes, in this case "loads of head" happens to be a bad thing. When I talk mixology, it will be the ONLY time I will consider "loads of head" as a hindrance. Now that we have that covered, get your head out of the gutter.....)
So I poured...slowly and waited 4 mins for the foam to settle (should have been a sign). Nothing like trying to pour along the side of the glass when it's full of foam.
This was the weirdest mixing experience I've had yet. The reason a B&T works is because the stout is considerably less dense than a pilsner, lager or ale (and has more anti-oxidants than red wine....another neato factoid from my new buddy John..which kind of started the whole B&T week idea to tell the truth). Unfortunately, it's about the same density as a pub ale, which is a little thicker and creamier, like a stout. Shit. Forgot about that detail. Life's an experiment, right?
Gotta make a few mistakes to get it correct I guess.
It wasn't a tragedy, but it definitely wasn't "Great Success".
See for yourself:
This was the weirdest mixing pattern I've seen to date. Kind of swirly, kind of not. Not a definite line like the Pil, but not a total disaster. Looks-wise, I give it a 6. Not impressive, but not ugly either....I'd tap that I guess. Just satisfactory. (I'd tap that...hee hee....double-pun/double entendre intended. Does this make it a quadratic pun?) It looks better than the Smithwick's, that's for sure.
Tastiness....I give it a (take a sip).....8. I give it an 8. It's pretty damn smooth with a little bitter-sweet punch about 4 seconds after the swallow. (OK, now it's my turn to take my mind out of the gutter :S) Either way, it's not bad. Not a total disaster.
I have no idea what to call it. I could call it the "Black Boddy"..??? Actually, I kind of like that, seeing as I've just finished writing a quantum paper. I'll call it the "Black Boddy". Kind of suits the mixing pattern too.
(I'm going to go "wash the physics off" now. :$ Damn basement....you go in there once for lunch and it all goes to shit. As long as I don't smell like physics....right? When I start smelling like physics, you'll tell me, right? Right?)
Lesson learned: In this case, 2 rights make a tasty, but don't make a pretty. Sounds like my sex life.....
(OK. That's it. I'm done. That's 4 tangents related to my non-existant sex-life. I'm apparently still thinking about the "Baby Making" conversation from yesterday....shit, I'm done. Stopping before I can no longer climb out of the hole.)
Over and out.
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