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You don’t even have to be particularly woke to avoid being impolite. Sheesh.

Steak.  Big, thick, bone in ribeye, reverse seared.

Local places are now having dropoffs for those Pak-Tek holders- bring in six of them, and get a free pint.  So now I have a shelf in my basement where I store them.  I’m a little horrified that I thought they were recyclable for years, though.

Oh, you’re missing out.  It may be one of my favorites because it’s so different, but utterly charming.

Every Halloween, I do a vertical of North Coast Old Stock, usually including a Cellar Reserve.  The 2014 rye barrel aged is so dang good right now, and I only have two left.

Especially after the fallout from the Resilience beer that breweries around the country brewed (then neglected to send the proceeds in.  smdh.)

Another shoutout for Narwhal.  Everyone does a big stout these days, and I feel like Narwhal is super underrated.

I recently picked up some old Bigfoot from a shop that likes to cellar things for their customers, going back to 2009.  That might be stretching things a bit, but I’m excited all the same to get some 10 year old barleywine in my gullet. 

One of my biggest condiment splurges was a soy sauce called Michigan Maple Soy. It’s a soy sauce aged in barrels that Evil Twin beer, after being used for maple syrup, after being a bourbon barrel.  It’s the most fantastic soy sauce ever.  I’m smoking a duck this weekend, and plan on using this soy on the bird.

Hominy? That's when y'all sing together. 

This is just one butcher, but they have 100 flavors. Some are fine, but a lot of WTF things happening here... I mean, grape Kool-Aid?

Novelty flavored brats are a thing where I live- it seems like every butcher shop does brats with gummy bears, or oysters, or something crazy in them.  I miss sausage flavored sausage- the beer/onion bath is the right move.

I never understood how football worked, but as a kid, my parents loved the game.  The only way I could stand it was eating my body weight in summer sausage and mustard on saltines.  Meat and crackers for me then.  (I still can’t follow the game... I just eat sausage and crackers without the distraction of sport as an

“I heard it was because a fellow named Archie Duke shot an ostrich 'cause he was hungry" might be the funniest line in TV ever. 

Maybe Allison should do a whisky terminology explainer article. I was confused by the terms until I sat down and read about it (and there is so much crappy whisky writing on the internet that gets this stuff wrong, too.)

Single malt means single distillery. They might blend some from bourbon casks, some from sherry casks, a little 15 year old- there’s plenty of blending in single malts.

Single malt =/= single barrel... there’s plenty of creative combining of various whiskies in a single malt.

Best case scenario, worked with the guy blending the barrels into the expression.  Worst case, no input, but hey, it’s probably good enough.

And just in time for the 25% tariff.

I still refer to that color as “Tic-Tac Orange.”  Everyone can recognize that description.