|Abby's much pleased with Fredericksburg brew|
The past few weeks have been an adventure at home. Wait, I have to look up “adventure”. Yes, that is it, according to the online dictionary that states an adventure is …
1. an unusual and exciting, typically hazardous, experience or activity.
"her recent adventures in Italy"
exploit, escapade, deed, feat, experience
"her recent adventures in Italy"
Things never seem to sit still around here as the seasons change with the light, the actual sun rise and sun set, the temperature from the dryer cold that requires repeated applications of lotion to the balmy humidity that reminds me of the Galveston I grew up. The days getting a tad bit longer indicated by the amount of time we are spending AFTER dinner by the fire pit, still burning the days collection of brush, mostly cedar and oak from my ongoing park creation. The sense in everything we do, that we are part of an ever approaching, slowly creeping, spring cleaning project that comes with this time of year and the knowledge that we have things to get done before our next travel date…. But, we still keep our immediate priorities straight.
|Innovative growlers and REAL flowers at AquaBrew|
Skipping our connection in Wimberly, we took a left turn and headed to Blanco to happen by the Real Ale Brewery, on purpose. I feel I can say with unabashed certainty, that this stop was a huge disappointment, but for the sake of education, I can not call it a waste of time. It furthers my continuous argument that the bigger the brewery, the greater chance of disappointment. They have less work to do to sell the wares that already line the grocery store shelves and supply the taps at restaurants. Therefore, much less hustle in their game and discouragement for us on the other side of the bar. So in response, we stopped at one of my Hill Country favorites in Johnson City for renewed fortification. The brewery is Pecan Street Brewing and I don’t stop in for the food, but rather some old standbys in the beer department that have never steered me wrong. The highlight of Fredericksburg was the Fredericksburg brewing company which I had abandoned visiting many years ago, because it is a pain in the arse to get in and out, being smack in the middle of the Main Street drag. On foot, Abby and I managed to sit at the bar like good F’burg tourists for the first time and were pleased with the experience and the beer. I was happy to retie the knot of of Fredericksburg Brewery attachment. Everything else in town was mostly a myriad of German beer taps and bottles, of course...It’s Fredericksburg.
By now in the abbreviated two day stay, we were falling apart as a team. My purpose for being there was resulting in head banging and hitting the proverbial brick wall. The pecan allergens that plague me so often in Fredericksburg were seeping into my body and an earache I have been battling since our return weeks ago was full on. Additionally and more importantly something was tragically wrong with our mascot and comrade in tow, Macy. She had not been feeling that great, but in the short time there, she had become much worse and feeling less that happy. I will spare the gory details of a dog that doesn’t feel well, but it isn’t much different than when humans don’t feel well and things are not going in or coming out right. With the dog nestled in deep sleep in the backseat, we made the best of our drive home, stopping at two up and coming, VERY hard working breweries in the back roads of the hill country; one just near Kendalia, called Rough Diamond Brewery. This was a pleasant surprise and a MUST visit and revisit. We efficiently delved into a beer flight which for the first time ever, I liked all of my beers. Before we left, I tasted their bock. Watch out Shiner; this beer made me happy. Also, the staff was very hands on, informative, involved and energetic about their future as a brewery. NICE!! We also stopped briefly outside of Sequin at a brewery called BS Brewing Co. that seemed a little piecemeal at first but then I started to appreciate the variety of offerings in their beer selection, as well as the environment. They also offered a blackberry mead. Not a fan of mead, but I saw a place for it in this gatherum of brews. To top it off, I had their award winning Pecan Ale, something I wouldn’t normally drink, but it went well with the fire outside, complete with cows looking for photo ops and a resident cat named...I forgot. No, really… I forgot, but it was a very pleasant calico cat that seemed to handle all jobs from greeter to security. On the way home, we stopped for a quick dinner at a mexican restaurant in Hallettsville I had not been, el Vaquero, where I enjoyed an unusual carne guisada that I will most certainly do again in the future. Thumbs up for this quirky Mexican restaurant on the Hallettsville square, that now serves alcohol if that was at all a reason for not checking it out before.
|Stoli (otherwise nemesis) has not left her side|
UPDATE: The weather has suspiciously gone back to what feels a bit like winter. It is cold and raining and outside work is not happening the past two days, but I am anticipating a nice weekend. Macy went to the vet and we are no closer to knowing what is wrong with her. She had some not so good blood work, but a clean X-ray and good on a few tests run by the vet. She was sent home in frustration of both parties with some anti nausea medicine and an antibiotic. She isn’t moving much but we are hopeful that she needs another day to come out of whatever has her down and out. Abby and I are reading as much as usual and I hope that anyone interested, is keeping up with Abby’s “book reports” on this blog. Most of the books are anything but mainstream or even current. We are always juggling good reads and surprisingly, it is not hard to keep up with them all.