Gosh! I haven’t done this for a while. It is only when you come to take a step back and examine your life from a critical, objective perspective that the truth becomes apparent. The fact is, I’ve got set in my ways; unwilling to move outside of my comfort zone; stuck in a happy rut.
And the rut I have furrowed for myself has been filled with wheat beer, to the exclusion of anything else. A secure wheat beer filled moat from which I have unconsciously taken up my drawbridge. Now, I’m not complaining: a wheat beer filled rut is essentially a happy place, it’s just that the time has come to step out of it. Even if it is only briefly.
It is a surprisingly fruity drop, with strong citrus hints. Why the surprise? Well, I suppose because of the name. Primordial Süp makes my mind instinctively leap towards the primordial soup, traditionally a dark, inchoate place. The colour of the beer, too: whilst unmistakeably golden, it is not the glistening gold of a highly-polished ingot; more the dull lustre of a half-spotted nugget at the bottom of a fast-moving Californian stream. It is a nugget well worth pursuing, though. Roll up your stockings, get out your panning tray, and prepare to get your feet wet.
For a supposed session beer, Primordial Süp packs a tasty punch above its weight. However, the downside of any session beer is that my glass is empty before I realise it.
I am glad to have raised my head once again from beyond the rim of my wheat beer filled enclave; like an early amphibian dragging itself out of the primeval swamp, it is good to feel the warm glow of daylight on my face once in a while. But will I remain a surface dweller? I am not so sure. Perhaps I am simply no evolutionary trailblazer. Who knows: if the prehistoric seas had been composed entirely of Hefeweissbier perhaps life on the land as we now know it never would have come into existence?
© Beery Sue
Beery Sue ponders questions of her evolution.
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