Cue music. Doo do do dooo, doo do do do doo…
As I write this it’s less than 11 hours till I get to finally break my Lenten fast. (Point of information: Lent is officially over at the conclusion of the Great Vigil of Easter later tonight!) It’s been a journey, that’s for sure. There has been temptation and craving cropping up all along the way. But as I approach the end of this forty days of exploration and discovery, I wanted to share with you the most unusual experience of this soon to be concluded fast.
Several weeks ago I was faced with a dilemma. Our parish beer club had a meeting scheduled and none of the other members who might otherwise lead it in my stead was available. The question before me was simple: cancel the meeting or try to lead a beer tasting without actually being able to drink any beer….
Since the whole point of this experiment was to push myself, I chose the latter. And so I set out to lead a discussion on beers that might be considered “Misfit Toys.” IOW when you think of Sierra or Stone you tend to think of very hop-forward beers. Heck, SN even hops the heck out of their Bigfoot Barleywine. But they also make some lagered beers that tend to fly under our collective radar. And so that’s the kind of thing we drank… session beers from Southern Tier and Weyerbacher, American influenced Pale Ales from Belgium and the like. Sometimes our conclusion was simply that the brewery ought to stick with what they got famous for and quit trying to branch out… Guinness Blond Lager??? Simply awful. On the other hand we found a hidden gem… Weyerbacher’s Last Chance IPA was the winner of the night being not only an excellent beer, but a surprisingly sessionable one too from a brewery that is best known for beers ranging in the 9% plus ABV range.
But what was it like to pour and pass out round after round without actually being able to indulge? Not as hard as you might think. I even smelled each round to try to be able to participate in the discussion. In some ways being in public made it easier…. I didn’t want to slip up n front of my friends and parishioners. I don’t know if I could have restrained myself as easily had I been pouring and sniffing them alone at home.
The whole experience helped reinforce my confidence that I could be around beer and not be so tempted as to become uncomfortable. But it was just one of many memorable and occasionally forgettable moments of this Lenten journey. I look forward to sharing more about it with you next week. But for now…. I mostly just look forward to ending it because “It’s the final countdown!”