Beer: it’s so easy, even a woman can make it!

I’ve been brewing beer since 2001, with pretty good results. Sometimes terrific results, and occasionally less so (like the carboy that exploded when the babysitter was here), but overall, I like to brew and I definitely like to drink beer…it’s my hobby. It’s a fun science project in the kitchen. Somehow I manage to be female as well.

A couple of years ago, we were invited to my sister in law’s house for Easter. My brother-in-law’s brother-in-law (technically my husband’s sister’s husband’s sister’s husband), a super nerdy guy and not in an endearing way, was poking around the big iced beer tub on the kitchen counter. We’ll call him Jeff, because that is his name.

I happened to be standing nearby while he perused the available bottles, and came to the large brown one with no label.

Jeff: “Do you know what this is?”

Me: “Oh, I brought that. It’s one of my home brews.”

Awkward pause.

Jeff, tilting down chin and using the tone one uses with a fibbing 3-year-old: “Lisa. Did YOU brew the beer, or did TED brew the beer?”

Me (in my head): “Fuck you. Fuck you and your whole family. Your stupid, born-again, dumpy wife, and your freakishly undersized, ultra-blond, children-of-the-corn offspring. And by the way, no one else has worn a pager since 1997. The network will survive without you.”

Me (out loud): “Yes, Jeff. I made the beer.”

But since then, despite being exceptionally irritated at the time, I’ve gotten so much mileage out of telling that story that it was totally worth it.

 

 

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