Giving Boulder Love, Day 13: It’s all about Mead
This is Day 13 of a 21-Day Salute ™, an attempt to share a little bit of what I love about living in Boulder. For those following along*, I missed my post yesterday and am not apologizing because it was due to an overabundance of real-life activities going on. I’m not complaining. Back to your regularly-scheduled posts…
It took me a while to get into mead. I had read about it, but the first time I really tried it was after moving to Boulder. Redstone Meadery is a local mead-maker and is often on tap at the Southern (and Mountain) Sun, a popular brewpub in town where I worked when I first came to town.
Mead is fermented honey and boy, is it delicious. There is definitely a danger in drinking something that tastes as sweet as mead does. Unlike other adult beverages, I don’t think you can taste the alcohol in mead. This is what some people desire in their alcoholic drinks, but for me, it means that I drink it and forget about the fact that it’s over 12% ABV. Loosely translated, mead has a way of quietly f@#king you up.
For proof, here’s a little haiku I penned under the influence of some Mountain Honey Wine recently…
A bottle of mead-
Beauty, truth, filling the need,
It goes down with ease.
Like Celestial Seasonings, Redstone offers a free tour. Unlike the Celestial tour, I haven’t been to this one.
But I’m planning to hit it up soon (Greeblemonkey, you in?) and will most definitely be riding my bike there.
*I know this only applies to a few of you out there. But if you do happen to be counting, this is also my first post about alcohol. And not my last.
[Photos courtesy of Redstone Meadery and Craige.]
