Evolutionary Thoughts Over a Pint of Primordial Süp

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.

The catalyst, which has prompted this transformation, is the arrival of a pint of Primordial Süp from Pig and Porter; a session IPA, 4.4% ABV.

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.

400 primordial sup

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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