The ice cream mavericks at Ben & Jerrys are teaming up with New Belgium Brewing again to create the latest in a line of ice-cream infused brews. A Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ale is set to hit store shelves this fall but its not just another sweet brew. New Belgium has pledged $50,000 from the beers sales to go toward Protect Our Winters (POW) a non-profit dedicated to raising awareness around climate change. We are excited to be partnering once again with the good folks at Ben & Jerrys and POW, said New Belgium Director of Sustainability, Jenn Vervier. The beer in development tastes amazing and we look forward to talking about climate change and climate action. With the upcoming election and a new administration, year two is even more important than the first round. Craft beer and ice cream fans are already champing at the bit for the new beer.
Last year, the Fort Collins-based craft brewer released a special edition Salted Caramel Brownie Brown Ale with guidance from Ben & Jerrys flavor wizards. Cant wait for beer that tastes like cookie dough? Ben & Jerrys features a beer and ice cream pair tasting menu online. source http://allofbeer.com/ben-jerrys-next-ice-cream-flavored-beer-is-coming/ from http://allofbeer.blogspot.com/2018/04/ben-jerrys-next-ice-cream-flavored-beer.html
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The pilgrims who landed on Plymouth Rock were a thirsty lot. They had fortified themselves, during the long journey from southern England, with barrels and barrels of beer. The Mayflower had originally even been used to transport wine. And it wasn’t long before they were making booze in America. In fact, according to David Wondrich, noted liquor historian and The Daily Beast’s chief drinks columnist, about 30 years after arriving in the New World, the pilgrims were distilling straight rye whiskey in Massachusetts. The liquor was wildly popular for hundreds of years before falling out of favor in the second half of the 20th century. Fortunately, over the last decade, the whiskey has staged a remarkable comeback, and excellent rye is produced around the country and in Canada. The spicy whiskey is a favorite of the current generation of bartenders and spirits aficionados alike. As a result, sales of the spirit are up, according to the Distilled Spirits Council of the United States, a meteoric 536 percent, from 2009 to 2014. Thanks to this newfound popularity, there is a new class of high-priced super-premium ryes whose prices rival those of single malt Scotches. Whether you’re treating yourself or shopping for another, here are some of the most deluxe ryes currently on the market. Lock Stock & Barrel 16 Year Straight Rye Whiskey ($150) Lock Stock & Barrel was one of the last projects that spirits entrepreneur Rob Cooper (the creator of St-Germain Elderflower Liqueur) was working on before he passed away in April. A rye fanatic before it was trendy to be one, he found this remarkable whiskey aging in an Alberta, Canada, warehouse. There are just 3,000 cases of this 107-proof whiskey. Templeton Rye Special Reserve 10 Year Old ($150) It has certainly been an interesting decade for Templeton Rye. The brand became a sensation, was the focus of a class-action lawsuit, and has since worked to regain drinkers’ trust. The brand is building its own distillery in Iowa and will began producing whiskey there. It also just released this 10-year-old Special Reserve whiskey. Van Winkle Family Reserve Rye ($120) There are rare spirits and then there is Van Winkle Family Reserve Rye. If you can believe it, this 13-year-old rye is even harder to find than the brand’s legendary bourbon and was originally created for the Japanese whiskey market. While the liquor has a suggested retail price of $120, it usually sells for much more—a recent search yielded several bottles going for between $900 and $2,200. Redemption Aged Barrel Proof Rye Whiskey: 8 Years ($100) Bartenders love using spicy rye in classic drinks like the Manhattan and the Old Fashioned. At 122-proof, Redemption Aged Barrel Proof Rye Whiskey: 8 Years will certainly hold its own with sweet vermouth and other mixers. High West A Midwinter Night’s Dram ($90) If you want to try High West’s latest limited-edition whiskey—the aptly named A Midwinter’s Night’s Dram—act fast. To create this special bottling, the brand finished its acclaimed Rendezvous Rye in port and French oak barrels. WhistlePig 2016 The Boss Hog The Independent ($300) There are just 30 barrels of this 14-year-old rye by Vermont-based WhistlePig. The whiskey was matured in large so-called hogshead barrels that are normally used to age Scotch. The bottle is capped with a pewter stopper made by the historic Danforth Pewter company. Old Potrero Hotaling’s 16 Year Old Single Malt Rye Whiskey ($165) Fritz Maytag is arguably the father of the rebirth of rye whiskey. In 1994, he started producing the liquor in San Francisco when the category was on life support. I’m not sure even Maytag would have been able to predict its recent success. Toast his achievement with this extremely limited 16-year-old—less than 200 bottles of the stuff exist. Michter’s 25 Year Kentucky Straight Rye ($700) Michter’s has developed a cult following for its bourbon and its rye. And the bottle that collectors dream about owning is the brand’s 25-year-old rye. The suggested retail price is $700, but it typically sells for quite a bit more. If that’s too rich for your blood, look out for the 10-year Kentucky Straight Rye that sells for around $150. source http://allofbeer.com/the-high-priced-world-of-rye-whiskey/ from http://allofbeer.blogspot.com/2018/04/the-high-priced-world-of-rye-whiskey.html The gun-toting and drug-fueled people that populate Roberto Minervinis intimate documentary make for endlessly fascinating characters to watch The Other Side, the latest from Italian-born, American-based documentary film-maker Roberto Minervini (Stop the Pounding Heart), opens on a surreal note: a man waking up stark naked amid a field of tall grass. He staggers down a dirt road, eventually finding himself in his sisters home, where he picks up a needle and some drugs. The film only gets more bizarre, giving an unvarnished glimpse into a seldom depicted world. The nude but heavily tattooed man, Mark, is a small-time drug dealer living in the backwoods of Louisiana. He gets by on odd jobs, but spends the majority of time getting high on heroin with his girlfriend Lisa. The drug-fueled bond they share is strong: I wish I could take all of your pain away, Lisa says. Proposing, Mark asks Lisa to be his bitch for life. Ill be your bitch, she says, crying. Their oddly endearing rapport, and Marks unyielding love for his cancer-stricken mother and impoverished young niece, go only a little way to soften the blow of his racist vitriol. After breaking into an empty school, he comes across a picture of Barack Obama, prompting him to go off about the stupid mother-fucking blacks who voted him in. Fellow destitute characters populate The Other Side, but Minervini keeps the focus mostly on his drug-addled subject for his films first half, and Mark submits to the camera. The interactions Minervini captures are so raw that it shouldnt really surprise when Mark and Lisa shed any scruples and have sex in front of the lens. The Other Side refers to the place Mark finds himself: as a criminal whos deferred his prison sentence until his mother passes, hes lost the right to vote and bear arms. Minervini shifts the focus to Louisianas other sub-section in his films second half, following a terrifying militia group led by a man named Jim, who firmly believes that its only a matter of time before Obama declares martial law. Unlike Mark, these men have money. Instead of using that power for drugs, they arm themselves with firepower and beer. Its easy to look at The Other Side as a harsh critique of Americas underbelly: bigotry, cruelty, violence and greed. But Minervini is after more, showing a remarkable deference to his subjects. His fly on the wall approach never feels exploitative in instances, it yields surprising empathy. In spite of his characters actions, Minervini miraculously captures traces of profound humanity. source http://allofbeer.com/the-other-side-review-surprising-empathy-for-americas-underbelly/ from http://allofbeer.blogspot.com/2018/04/the-other-side-review-surprising.html
Youve officially survived another winter of dreaded family holidays, surprise engagements, and disguising your 2pm blackout as brunch without entirely losing your dignity. But that also means that in the months between November and March, betches were busy living their best fucking lives, Instagramming cheese plates and colorful fruit cocktails, all while pulling off the illusion that their ass underwent months of squat-like workouts, thanks to overpriced Lulu leggings.
Sure, these PPCS (Post Partum Cuffing Season) side effects are totally justified, but unfortunately for Stage 1: The InvitationAfter victoriously indulging in an all-carb diet for four months straight, the only phone call thats dreaded more than your gyno calling to deliver test results is your best friend calling to invite you on a ratchet river retreat. This means pausing yourbinge and getting off your ass in hopes of finding a swimsuit thatll cover your perma-winter layer so you dont feel like an IRL Flubber on a rocky boat. Being Stage 2: The Casual BrowseDoes your recent Google search history read, “bathing suits that hide my back fat”? Bcuz same. Every betch has Googled some sort of self-loathing ridicule at a point in her life, which means that the quest for the perfect bathing suit has officially begun. But first you attempt to save a little face before baring it all to the poor Victorias Secret employee and peruse your options via Google. After hours of research, only to find yourself 68 weeks deep into Kylie Jenners sluttiest bikini photos, desperate times call for desperate fucking measures, and your Google searches quickly go from “bathing suits” to “how much did Kims fat transfer cost?” Stage 3: The Dressing RoomThey say the camera adds 10 pounds, but they also say the fitting room mirror adds like, 20. Idk if its the shitty interrogation-room lighting, or the fact that my “monthly” bloat has just become a way of life, but TBH entering a womans fitting room is like entering the fucking Chokey. After trying on the stores entire swim inventory, the only thing youve actually accomplished other than realizing youve unknowingly been growing a winter forest below the navel border for the past three months, is realizing that the trendy off-the-shoulder bikini top you tolerated serves no practicality or purpose other than showcasing unwanted armpit vagina. Stage 4: The Crash DietAs you leave the store, you make a vow to yourself to go full Emily Blunt for two weeks and to eat nothing but a cube of cheese, but only when feeling like youre gonna drop dead. You stick it out for a solid three hours until your drive home automatically lands you in the In-N-Out drive thru line because whatever, youre getting cheese fries. You start randomly developing a sense of false confidence and mutter shit to yourself like, If they cant accept me at my pregnant Kim K., then they dont deserve me at my revenge bod Khlo. #BIBLE Stage 5: The PrepEarth to betches: Bikini season is only like 26% about the actual bikini. You dont get a Chipotle burrito to show off the foil wrapping, do you? Id be lying to you if I said Im not the best version of myself when I have a tan. And youd also be lying if you denied that. It makes you look, like, 10 pounds lighter and it gives the illusion that you physically saw the light of day this winter other than through your sliding glass door while you were covered in potato chip crumbs. You resort to whatever painful process it takes to distract people from the slightest amount of “excess love” hanging off your hips like a fucking ornament, and waxing off that 1960s bush youve been harboring like a fugitive. This results in spending more money on your physical appearance than the value of the actual vacation itself, but thats just, like, the rules of Stage 6: The PresentationWhether or not your summer bod is ready, a betch knows that the key to living her best vacation life is liquid confidence. ‘Tis the season for 9am beer bongs and chips and guac as a meal replacement, so you finally decide to proudly wear your winter bloat like a badge of honor, because #LoveYoself and (hi) DGAFing is your specialty. Vacays may not be about what you wear, but they sure as hell are about what you drink, so chances are, nobody in their drunk state of mind will even notice your nonexistent insecurities. Plus, drunk goggles make everyone look like a fucking 10, so you win. Now sit back, RELAX, and get that fine-ass awesome personality over here and take a shot with me. source http://allofbeer.com/the-6-stages-of-trying-on-a-bikini-after-being-a-lazy-piece-of-sht-all-winter/ from http://allofbeer.blogspot.com/2018/04/the-6-stages-of-trying-on-bikini-after.html Marrying someone with a good sense of humor is a one-way ticket to years of laughter, and these wives prove it. They’re creative, they’re hilarious, and they’re honestly trolls sometimes, but that can only make their husbands love them more. In fact, sharing a good sense of humor is viewed by many marriage specialists as the key to a happy union. Relationships can get way too serious sometimes, especially when stress from work, kids, and expenses gets involved. Laughing together creates a feeling of warmth, relaxation, and bonding, and has even been said to stimulate physical attraction. Give a round of applause for these wives who know the power of a good joke, and vote for the ones you would use on your significant other. source http://allofbeer.com/10-hilarious-wives-that-all-men-secretly-wish-they-were-married-to/ from http://allofbeer.blogspot.com/2018/04/10-hilarious-wives-that-all-men.html |