I went to the store and purchased Harvest Moon's pumpkin ale, because I like their regular ale. After that I went back to the store all over again and got dishwasher soap. Fun.
I got home and we ate dinner, got the kids to bed, and settled on the couch. It was time to crack open an ale. The coach didn't want one. So I drank alone. The first sign of a problem. Great.
It was different. It didn't taste pumpkiny, or spice-ish really. I like dark beer, and this wasn't exactly light beer, but the taste was harsh and unusual. It wasn't what I expected. Maybe I was supposed to put an orange in it like Harvest Moon?
Later in bed I started to ridicule The Coach for his lack of review participation.
Here is how that conversation went.
Me: You agreed to the taste test andI went and bought it, but then you didn't taste the beer.
The Coach : I hate pumpkin.
Me: Then why did you agree to the taste test?
The Coach: You asked me to.
The Coach: Was is good?
Me: No. Not really.
For some reason that made him think he was justified in his complete failure to follow through on our agreement.
Me: While you are up do you want to do a blog interview for me.
The Coach: Sure.
Me: ................................................................. I don't have any questions thought up.
I have five more of these ales left.
I guess I will bring them to the next family function and try to give them to my unsuspecting, pesky brothers. (I will warn my dad.)
Or I could just drink them. Maybe they would be better with pumpkin pie. Beer and pie anyone? Yuck.
Next I am going to review pumpkin whoopie cookies. They are awesome. Yes. I am going to review something I already have tried. It's a sure thing. Now if I can just get my mom to make them for me. Mom?