Stouts are my comfort food.
If I’m feeling stressed, or overwhelmed in any way, it’s my go-to liquor of choice. There is a comfort and familiarity a good stout brings. It’s the cable knit sweater of the beer world. And maybe that gives me the beer soul of an old man, but I’ll take it.
Lucky for me the Pacific North West is a hot bed of great dark beers, from the tried and true Black Butte Porter, and the hard to find Big Lebrewski, to the award wining Shakespeare stout, I’m in a good place now that my stress level has been turned to 11.
I do strange things when I’m at maximum stress level, like make flavored salt. Because really, I don’t NEED flavored salt, I just need to make it. I need to know that I can take refuge in a ridiculous creation of a flavored salt that I made just because it tastes like one of my favorite beers.
Shakespeare stout is a great choice, it’s a fantastic beer.
Shakespeare is a great guy to have around, this is a beer that wins awards, show up when you need him and is easy to find from San Diego to Kansas. Maybe I just need a guy who show up when I need him, is that too much to ask?
The salt that resulted in my high heat abuse of our good friend Shakey, has some nice beer flavor. It makes a fantastic rim salt for your Beer Bloody Mary, or any savory cocktail. I might also suggest sprinkling it on a crostini with goat cheese and smoked salmon, or salting your beer marinated steak with it before it hits the grill. But it’s your call.