Another year another Christmas in P-burg. I’ll miss Jazz but the new dog brings some new energy. My Mom’s brother came over for dinner as usual and we learned more about our ancestors who he has traced back to the 1300’s in Germany. My Mom's family is from the Stuttgart area, the state of Wurttemburg. Before that lineage came over to the US they were wine farmers.
We ate at Granite City Food & Brewery on Friday evening. A manager stopped by the table and I asked him who the brewer was. It happened to be him. I asked how long he had been brewing and he said 6 months and that he knew nothing about home brewing. In other words he is following a recipe and directions. My brother and I had the bock and it was typical and not bad. I did find some fine craft brew at Andersons earlier in the day.
On Friday night Ben had people over. It was nice to see the crew again. We swilled and BBQed. Entertainment was provided by a minivan missing Ben’s driveway by about 100 feet and getting stuck in his extremely muddy field. We all passed out there and holy crap I’ve never heard such loud snoring in my life.
Today is 60 degrees and all the snow and ice is gone. Time for some left over Honey Baked Ham.
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