Winter Warmers, pt.2
It's that time again. During my travels as part of Operation Southern Santa - the long distance present run made necessary this year due to grotty illness and professional commitments over the festive season I have managed to sort out the lack of winter warmers that I attempted to address a little while ago, as described here. Remember them?
"Winter warmer is a traditional malty-sweet English Strong Ale that is brewed in the winter months. It is usually quite dark, but not as dark as a stout, with a big malt presence. Sometimes, winter warmer has a few spices, especially in the United States, and the average alcohol content by volume ranges from 6.0% to 8.0%."
That's them.
While I was in Hometown, I thought I might as well take the trip to my old local, where I drank when I was living on The Street on the Hill. The house was old and crap, but was perfectly sited
between work and my favorite pubs, and I had much fun there. Whereas this one is newer, far nicer, well positioned for work and the pub, but I have very little fun at all. Hey ho. Never mind. Anyway, digressing. I availed my self of the hospitality of the pub called "Fat Cat", and had one of their very fine Scotch Eggs for lunch - these things are enormous, moist and possibly the best Scotch Egg in the world. I'm not sure I'm still supposed to be eating them, but yada yada doc. Had a single pint of something non offensive with which to wash it down, as being Mr Wheels, more powerful things were not appropriate, local plod get quite enough business as it is, thank you. And then spotted the Warmest of Warmers on the list. Tally Ho. YAY! The real deal, the Big Bollocks, the original article, the wearer of the crown. Two pints of that, into one of those marvellous take out containers packed very carefully into the back of the Goldie Lookin' Car to avoid spillage, and my quest is complete! Hurrah!
Oh, and speaking of quests, a quick "meow" to the beneficiaries of Operation Northern Pussy, that is a ginger tom called James and a little grey girl called Grace who were loaded into Mr G's hated cat carrier today upon collection from a young lass who lives near me, and duly delivered north of the water to the abode of Jules of the parish of this blog, to be spoilt rotten and annoy the teenage existing feline occupant of that house...
"Winter warmer is a traditional malty-sweet English Strong Ale that is brewed in the winter months. It is usually quite dark, but not as dark as a stout, with a big malt presence. Sometimes, winter warmer has a few spices, especially in the United States, and the average alcohol content by volume ranges from 6.0% to 8.0%."
That's them.
While I was in Hometown, I thought I might as well take the trip to my old local, where I drank when I was living on The Street on the Hill. The house was old and crap, but was perfectly sited
between work and my favorite pubs, and I had much fun there. Whereas this one is newer, far nicer, well positioned for work and the pub, but I have very little fun at all. Hey ho. Never mind. Anyway, digressing. I availed my self of the hospitality of the pub called "Fat Cat", and had one of their very fine Scotch Eggs for lunch - these things are enormous, moist and possibly the best Scotch Egg in the world. I'm not sure I'm still supposed to be eating them, but yada yada doc. Had a single pint of something non offensive with which to wash it down, as being Mr Wheels, more powerful things were not appropriate, local plod get quite enough business as it is, thank you. And then spotted the Warmest of Warmers on the list. Tally Ho. YAY! The real deal, the Big Bollocks, the original article, the wearer of the crown. Two pints of that, into one of those marvellous take out containers packed very carefully into the back of the Goldie Lookin' Car to avoid spillage, and my quest is complete! Hurrah!
Oh, and speaking of quests, a quick "meow" to the beneficiaries of Operation Northern Pussy, that is a ginger tom called James and a little grey girl called Grace who were loaded into Mr G's hated cat carrier today upon collection from a young lass who lives near me, and duly delivered north of the water to the abode of Jules of the parish of this blog, to be spoilt rotten and annoy the teenage existing feline occupant of that house...
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