A case of pinkeye contracted from my toddler, allergens, and lingering hangover from my Wednesday night travails conspired to keep me home. Heck, I didn't even have the energy to watch March Madness. I was asleep by 10. Missed the Aggies' big victory, darn it.
However, it did give me the opportunity to reappraise the Sierra Nevada IPA. Having one over dinner, I realized there is more of a hop presence than I was previously giving it credit for, and I really developed a new appreciation for it. Rather than being the big butcher knife that Dogfish Head is, it cuts more like an Exacto knife. Clean and precise, instead of mind-blowing. Okay, maybe there IS a time for subtlety in hops.
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