Blackberry Stout Mini Pies with Beer Whipped Cream
You fall in love with beer the way you fall in love with music. Good music, the kind that gets into your bones and moves your soul, the kind you can’t explain to someone who frowns when they hear the same opening chord that makes you giddy.
You can dissect music, break down the lyrics, examine every note. You can categorize it, but you can’t really explain why it moves you, why a live recording with errors and missed keys has a vibe that’s better than the perfect Pro Tools-ed edition.
Beer isn’t different. You can break down the ingredients, explain the process, decide why one beer is better balanced than others in that style, but you can’t convey why you really love it. You can take the Jack and Coke out of your friend’s hand, replace it with Left Hand Milk Stout and explain why it tastes like love and James Brown music. But you can’t replace the confusion when he doesn’t get it.
You just have to accept that some people just won’t fall in the same love that you do. Just like if John Bonham rose from the grave, reunited with the rest of Led Zeppelin, there are some people who would go to the show, nod, smile and check the clock, hoping it would be over soon.
Some times I like to introduce Jack and Coke guy to a new beer, even if he doesn’t get it. And sometimes I just want to go the show with someone who wants to try to get as close to the stage as possible, begging for one more encore. Sometimes I just need to drink beer with a beer person.
I used this Pale Ale Pie Dough recipe.