My husband, the brewer

In addition to being a fantasy fiction aficionado, brainy neuroscientist (redundant?), sick ultimate player, devoted cross fitter, and lovely man, Hubs is a legit home brewer.  Over the past five or so years, he has homeschooled himself in the fine art of turning grain into alcohol, with mostly positive results.  At this point his palette is refined:  he can taste the difference between an APA and an IPA, a doppelbock and a maibock, or a heifeweizen and a dunkelweizen and then tell you about it and how you make it using all the right vocab. I love that he is at once so creative and meticulous with his brewing, creating recipes himself that come out awesome.  I also love how passionate he has become about beer:  he started a Friday afternoon beer club with some other scientists and the conversation at those meetings waxes poetic on the subjects of hop origin and esters.  When we’re with friends who also care (even just a little bit) about beer, the conversation can stay on the topic for hours based on Hubs’ unrelenting interest.

But what’s the best part of all?  Drinking this:

Helles, the best brew to date

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