Beer Runs

Ok so this weekend was great. It started on Friday with a small dinner party with friends. I got a bunch of tomatoes from the Bob’s coworker that needed to be cooked. So I made a great spaghetti sauce that everyone loved and I felt like the little Suzy Homemaker for the night. Kind of proud myself. They mentioned a hamburger joint that serves some of the best burgers in Seattle. As I am a adent lover of great hamburgers this put me instantly in the mood for one. Even though hamburgers are not allowed in the great MS diet I started I could not contain my lust for something that sounded so perfect; big, messy with all kinds of sauces made to order. Right on! I convinced Bob that this would be my last burger and that I should go out with a bang. I mean who would start a diet without eating some of their favorite things first. So Saturday we ventured out to Pike’s Place, Seattle’s famous farmer’s market, to find fresh flowers and vegetables, where I discovered agave chocolate sauce and veggie chips. Both of these items are within the new diet I am supposed to be following which I totally blow every weekend. But I believe that I am allowed to mess up until I get it right. Right? Anyways, we ended buying some fruit and vegetables and strolling into a Cost Plus where we discovered a new wine (2006 Panarroz Jumilla from Spain). While there we got into a discussion with one of the sommeliers about where we can purchase Bob’s favorite beer, Mac and Jack's. Now I am not a beer drinker at all, but I do enjoy alcohol every chance I get. Although I have never really gotten drunk, I love it so much I feel almost guilty and do my best to pull Bob into my alcoholic dreams by getting him to drink with me. Often he refuses and I am left alone to buzz with my liquor. So I was disheartened to hear that Cost Plus did not sell Mac and Jack’s and that we should try the grocery store up the street. Our adventure began there. We were on a wild goose chase going from store to store looking for the now infamous Mac and Jack’s. We ended up in a QFC across from UDub and being told there was a keg store on the Ave aptly named Dawgpound. The store is this hole in the wall place but the merchants were a wealth of information. It was here I discovered that Mac and Jack’s do not bottle their beer. They only sell the beer directly to the bars or you can get them in a keg. It is also where we learned about a thing called the kegerator. It is a fridge that houses a keg and keeps the beer at the right temperature at all times while working like a faucet. Damn I can see Bob’s eyes light up at the prospect of having his own beer on tab in the condo. All I could imagine were the neighbors knocking at the door at all hours looking for the beer hook-up. Never one to give up I convinced, for now, Bob that the kegerator has no place to live in our condo. But now the search for excellent beer to go with our burgers that we have yet to purchase was moot. Bob wanted both or none at all. Shoot. So go home and eat left over sauce and noodles. I drink alone. As I went online and Googled Mac and Jack’s I discovered their website and found that the brewery is not far from Seattle and they give tours on Sundays. Upon hearing this new, my guy, almost jumping for joy when I suggest we go and check it out. Sunday morning I woke up to a very clean house; vacuumed, dusted, polished and bleached. Bob had it in his head that if I had anything else to do that day besides going to the brewery he would do it himself. Now this is the way to a brother to clean house then this non beer drinkin’ chick will go to a micro brewery every Sunday. God bless my soul. That afternoon we toured the brewery and during the tour they give out free “tasters”. Everyone got to sample every one of their beers and get seconds, or thirds, of their favorite kind. After about an hour of sipping and learning all about beer and the history of the brewery we headed for home, after stopping for Hawaiian burgers and comic books. We spent the rest of the evening eating, reading and drinking beer and wine until we were both too tired to do anything else but sleep. Maybe, just maybe, I will find a place for a kegerator in time for Christmas.