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Cucumber Kolsch

Last night I slept with the windows down and a down blanket on my bed again. I curled up under a second layer of fluffy blankets and had to put on my blue fuzzy robe (with yellow duckies on them of course) in the morning to fight off the chill in the apartment. Friends, even though it was back to a high of 88 today, fall is peeking through. I’m spending every last second of sunshine on my porch in a swimsuit with my sunglasses on and a beer in my hand.

Cucumber Kolsch

All in all…
True to its name, this definitely tastes like a light beer with cucumber slices dropped in. I’m not a fan of the aroma right before you take a sip, but this has a really pleasant aftertaste. As my boyfriend stated once, cucumbers are selfish. You add cucumbers to anything and they take over any other flavors present. It’s still a nice beer, and be aware that cucumber is very much everywhere. I wonder how this would compare to taking a regular kolsch and adding cucumber slices? Also…sidenote: have you tried putting cucumber slices on your eyelids late at night? God almighty what a delicious feeling.

Recommend to a friend?
If you’re adventurous give it a try. Plus, where else have you seen a cucumber beer?

Lightweight-safe?
Yep! 5.2%

Plus one?
I’ll have another, but I wouldn’t have one more after going to another style. Stick to this and this only.

Get a six pack?
Yes please on a hot summer day.

The Hops
Flat 12 Bierworks – Indianapolis, IN
Kölsch

Cucumber Kolsch

never homemaker

Ashley from {never} homemaker is easily the most relatable blogger I’ve read in the past four years. I started reading {never} homemaker back in winter 2009 and haven’t stopped checking this page (and then Writing Chapter Three) since. I’ve continued to have {never} homemaker as one of my daily blog checks because she inspires me to use healthy ingredients (with beautiful pictures), think consciously about food choices, always inspires me to get back to running (seriously, I always want to go put on my shoes and go for a run after reading this blog). But most importantly, because she shares some of life’s imperfections with us. She talks about when a recipe doesn’t meet her expectations (happens to all of us) or when she slips on her training schedule (definitely happens to all of us). She talks about her worries, she shares the everyday imperfections, and then she shares how she recovers. We all have imperfections, we all have little setbacks, and we all have worries. A deficit I see in blogging is that most bloggers tend to hide those parts. Food bloggers make everything look easy and perfect, so when you find someone who is brave enough to share more of what life really does look like sometimes, you don’t step away from a read like that.

P.S. The posts that I go back to and read time and time again? Easy! The running section of this blog. I go through very long phases of not running, but each time I gear myself up to start again I usually spend quality time re-reading a lot of the running related posts. Getting ready to start running again? Definitely start here. 

home

Last weekend I went home for the first time since June. Last weekend I arrived at my dear friend’s insanely adorable new house, stared at the front garden, her porch swing, the dried lavender hanging from the ceiling, gawked at the gigantic spider building a web outside her kitchen window, and sat down with a Coors to catch up. We talked about how things had changed over the past year, how we had been lost, but things were slowly becoming more clear. We both have lovely homes that we are relieved to come back to at the end of the day. We aren’t trying to escape anymore. We’re stepping into lives we can call our own. Is this what it feels like to start “getting it together?”

Last weekend I slept with the windows open at my parents house with crickets as white noise, and I watched entirely too many episodes of Property Brothers with my mother. (Not really, there’s no such thing as “too many episodes of Property Brothers”) I had my favorite dish at the Indian restaurant in town, and ran into old family friends. Then ran into another friend as I was picking up Indiana beer to bring back with me. It made my heart happy to see people I knew, to catch up, to be around the familiar. Home was familiar, it was comfortable, and it was safe.