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Thursday, 27 June 2019

Scumbag Maggot


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If you’re lucky, you might spot signs of Harry and Meghan’s wedding, some windblown confetti stuck to a lamppost, or even a feather from one of those ridiculous hats. My wife and her friend spotted some Morris Dancers, for whom I retain a soft spot, having once fiddled for a Welsh-dancing troupe, but I was treated to a tour of the Windsor and Eton brewery, a far more attractive proposition. Their mission statement is to ‘make Windsor more famous for its beers than any other attraction.’ Well, good luck with that, though if this blog post helps, you know where to send a crate of your finest.

We walked up to a fairly nondescript building in a nondescript street of terraced housing, through a plate glass door, and into a small and bland looking drinking area full of serious men (and women, though they were fewer on the ground) The smell was something else and my nose and throat quivered.

The guy who showed us around was made for the job, beard, jolly and plump, and with the gift of the gab. We learned a lot in under an hour and drank a lot too. I was dubious at first, when he asked us to chew some barley grain, probably one of the most unexciting tastes the world has to offer. You might as well be chewing  wood pellets with a residue of sweetness; a homeopath might detect a touch of the field. Then he moved us on to a partially roasted barley grain, and when he thought we were ready, one fully roasted. He spoke with the fervour of a wine connoisseur or one extolling the virtues of Lebanese or Acapulco Gold. I kept tasting small variations in wood, though three small glasses of beer admittedly helped.

Things became exciting when he pulled down bunches of hops from the rafters. I love a hoppy tasting beer but what we did next was something else. We followed instructions, rubbing the leaves into the palm of a hand with a vigorous thumb. We rubbed until our palms were green. ‘Now,’ he said, ‘I want you to lick those palms.’ The tongue puckered. I thought it was going to wither and die. ‘A little goes a long way,’ he told us, unnecessarily, I thought.



But then he divulged the secret, the El Dorado of beermakers, and why people drink more beer than perhaps they should: its achieving a perfect combination of bitter and sweet in the beer. It’s like playing yo-yo with the tastebuds of the tongue: your first sip, a refreshing mix of sweet and bitter but leaving that bitter aftertaste. This leads on to another sip in the unconscious hope of washing it down. It’s a vicious or virtuous cycle, depending on your point of view. Damn clever either way.

They have an astute symbiosis with the Windsor estate. Their barley comes from the Windsor farms and they feed their slurry to the Windsor pigs. They don't miss a trick, marketing a new beer for Harry and Meghan's wedding. 

We also learnt why most British and American lager is rubbish. The original lager yeast came from Bavaria in the C16th and had been cultured to ferment at low temperatures for a very long time, thus giving it a rich and subtle taste. It can take months to mature (Lagern meaning ‘To store’) This is anamatha to industrial breweries which takes shortcuts to hasten the process. It’s why lagers are served ‘chilled’. Drink it warm at your peril.

We finished with a scumbag maggot. It was interesting.

6 comments:

LD Masterson said...

I have visited a few breweries where we were invited to taste the grain or the hops or whatever. Unfortunately, washing it down with the finished product didn't do much for me either since I've never developed a taste for beer/ale/larger. I know, I'm such a disappointment. *hangs head in shame*

Now if it was a chocolate factory...

Maria Zannini said...

I was born without a beer gene. My nephew-in-law thinks I'm pretty defective. He's a brewer for a micro brewery. Whenever he visits he brings us a few bottles of their latest.

It's peculiar tasting, at least compared to the beer made by the big boys. Too dark and too strong flavored.

So what's your favorite beer, Mike? I don't think you'll like the beer made here. I'll have to see if we have any micro breweries near us if you come visit.

PS How's your shoulder doing?

Mike Keyton said...

Linda, my wife would be with you ref the chocolate factory. It leaves me baffled

Mike Keyton said...

I was born without a beer gene. My sincere commiserations, Maria. What's the name of your relative's micro brewery? I used to home brew my own beer for about twenty years. Problem was, I was drinking it as fast as I brewed it (40 pts at a time) because it was always on tap.

Ref, visit, will email you later today

Mike Keyton said...

PS Ref beer when I'm in America, when the weather is hot I'll drink anything, even water. I remember in New Mexico I drank coors by the case load thinking it was water

Maria Zannini said...

I can't remember the name of the brewery. Blue Nose or Blue Dog?? I remember there was a picture of a blue pit bull in the logo. Very striking.