It’s back to work today after a long holiday weekend, made longer by the two feet of snow that was dumped on my part of the world Sunday night. Looks like that white Christmas I ordered arrived a day late. No worries, as the kids and Daisy the Wonder Poodle had an awesome time playing in the white stuff as I dug us out.
While it was a wonderful weekend, it was missing one crucial thing: taste. I’m not talking about the decorations or the sweaters, I’m talking about my palate. I have a lingering head cold that has all but wiped out my ability to taste anything
Sure I can taste sweet and most of the stuff in the “rich” flavor register, but the brighter tastes, the ones that waft up to the sinuses, are totally blocked by this stupid sickness. That means no hops, no floral notes, no barrel characteristics, no “nose.”
It’s frustrating because I have all sorts of rare and wonderful beers that I’m dying to try. I wanted to review my bottle of Sam Adams Infinium before New Years, crack into the Firestone 14 Anniversary Ale that’s been taunting me, and fully enjoy the handful of Mad Elf’s I have left. And that just the start – I had this holiday lined up to be a cavalcade of great beers.
But instead I’ve been sticking to tried and true brews that are easy to get, so as I don’t waste anything special on my defective sense of taste. And even then I feel like I’m wasting good beer on my bad palate, but it’s Christmastime and I want to enjoy some beers, dammit!
Hopefully I can lick this little-bit-o-plague by the time next weekend rolls around. In the mean time, I think I’ll switch to chicken broth and water. And maybe some Victory Storm King – you can always taste that massive bad boy. 😉