Thankful Thursdays, No. 14

  • The vase of deep purple tulips in the bedroom (and that fact that Tuxedo-cat has only eaten one so far. It’s practically a miracle).
  • Having the weather and the fully-functioning gear to bike commute to work every day this week.
  • Officially reconnecting with the feminist community. I’m resisting the urge to pull out all my feminist anthologies and make a book-cocoon on the couch to bask amongst it all.
  • Homemade chocolate chip cookies with ground pecans mixed in the batter. I call this ‘self-care’.
  • The opportunity to dress up, head out to a swank hotel and reconnect with former classmates of my cult-like tradition-rich undergraduate alma mater.
  • Two plane tickets purchased, in our names, headed south to San Diego for a long May weekend. I almost don’t mind waiting four weeks because a zen-like feeling takes over when I daydream about sunshine, black lab puppy, southern California beaches, and sipping San Diego-style beers on my sister and sibling-in-law’s patio.
  • The crazy gorgeous weather in other parts of the country. It would be so easy to be bitter that the Pacific Northwest is STILL cold and rainy; but seeing photos of East Coasters running around in shorts? I have true optimism that spring is indeed coming. One day. Soon. Hopefully.
  • Broc’s massive, comforting bear hugs after trying days which unfortunately have been many. Very lucky for me, Broc’s hugs are limitless and always do the trick.

Beer 101, Part 2

Apple’s Beer 101, Part 2 of 3! Are you ready? (only three months late…)

(If you missed Part 1 on beer drinking & tasting vocabulary, you can find it here)

Part 2 is devoted to beer styles and seasonality. There are a number of ways one could organize beers styles in a fashion that is easy to learn. My ultimate favorite beer book, “Tasting Beer: An Insider’s Guide to the World’s Greatest Drink” by Randy Mosher, has awesome graphics that display beer styles by both colors and IBU’s (or, International Bittering Units, or the bitterness of the beer- in case you missed Part 1). I only wish I had the graphic capacity to reproduce that for you all, but I cannot. Instead, I originally decided to organize beer styles by geography, first highlighting American beers but taking the time run through prominent German, Czech, Belgian, etc styles. However, once I got down and busy with beer styles I realized: I am an unabashed American Beer Nerd. I did the honor of referencing and describing the beers of other countries when applicable, but to be honest, I drink American craft beers almost exclusively. I live in an area where craft anything is celebrated as ingenuity meets art meets daily life.  On a practical note, writing primarily about American craft beer also makes sense because nearly everything I mention in this post can be found at a good beer bar or bottle shop.

But first, before I jump into styles, I want to tackle a big issue:

Before we begin the geographic beer styles, I’d like to point out that most beers will be either an ale or a lager- two categories of beer based primarily on their brewing technique and chemistry. One could easily get their chemistry-nerd-on over this topic, but luckily for the rest of us, the ale vs. lager conundrum has tangible tastes differences worth mentioning as well. Ales vs. Lagers are a category of beer, comparable to say car categories – you have your sedans, your SUVs, your trucks, etc. But of each category you have countless types and brands, with classics, standards, and new hybrids popping up all the time.

Ales: It all boils down to yeast, my favorite underrated component of beer. Ales use a type yeast that ferments relatively quickly and near the top of the fermenting tank (aka. a top-fermenting yeast). These yeasts also require warmer temperatures which is why you would see homebrewers brewing an ale that is stored in their home, perhaps dark closet. The result of quick fermenting yeasts in warmer temps is a brighter, crispier, fruity/spicy flavor. There are hundreds of varieties of ale yeasts, all with unique flavor profiles that smart brewers know all about and exploit to create delicious brews.

Lagers: Lagers, on the other hand, are bottom-fermenting yeasts that require cooler temperatures and much longer fermenting time. Homebrewers to make lagers need a cool cellar-like environment to pull it off right. Lager can also be a verb-  you can lager something by storing it in cool temps for a long time, waiting for a strong, smooth, well-rounded backbone. Lagers taste clean and smooth, and without the fruity froo-froo that ale yeasts bring to beers, but rather has the solid backbone to let the malts and hops grab your attention instead.

American Beer!

I’m talking craft brew here- Not the cheap rice- and corn-flavored stuff that comes in cans- I’m not hatin’ on cans but you know what beer I’m talking about (actually lots of craft brewers are starting to ‘bottle’ in cans and I am loving this trend!).

Many o’beer books that describe beer styles by geography include American Beer last in the line-up, often starting with German or Belgian beers, implying that with history on its side the beers are supreme. Sure those beers are great but I’m going rogue here including the American beers first!

American craft beer has truly embraced the ales:

American Pale Ales: Oh man, this beer is CLASSIC! I have witnessed many non-beer lovers at a bar order “the lightest beer on the menu” and have been served a pale ale, only be to taken aback by its bold beer-awesomeness. Pale Ales are often yellow or gold in color (although Widmer’s Drifter Pale Ale is surprisingly very dark, practically amber!) due to its use of light roasted malts. Pale Ales use generous, well-balanced hops (with a few hop varieties with a pine or citrus flavor- Cascade or Amarillo) with a simultaneous malt presence (think very light caramel or biscuit flavors). This ale is classic, and easy to drink. I’ve been drinking a lot of these lately – I find them to be great spring and early summer beers! By the time the summer daily temperatures rise above 80 F, however, I start craving cleaner beers with less malt presence. Go do yourself a favor and pick up a six-pack of a good American Pale Ale this week.

Red and Amber Ales: I think maybe these were once the same or similar style? The current BJBC Beer Style descriptions imply they could be but I’m going on a limb to say in current day American craft brewing, Amber Ales and Red Ales are two different styles.

Amber Ales have a stellar, smooth, and strong biscuity malt backbone. In fact, I’d argue that malts are the superstar of Amber Ales. Ambers do have a lovely but small hop profile, mostly for some a small floral/piney flavor and not for the bitterness. My favorite beer book calls this style of beer a “beefy session beer”. I find ambers to be excellent in the fall or in early spring when you’re still waiting for the cold rain to go away.

Red Ales have deviated from Ambers in that they have a much stronger hop presence. Not overly hoppy, but very noticeable. They maintain the dark amber hues and a strong backbone, but many of these Red Ales are generous with bright citrus zing hops. I LOVE red ales. Excellent spring beers as well when you’re craving a bright refreshing bite in anticipation of warmer weather. Deschutes has my favorite spring seasonal which is a Red Ale (although calls itself a Red Northwest Ale).

American Indian Pale Ale (IPA): Consider this a Pale Ale on steroids. I may be biased because IPA’s are King in the Pacific Northwest, but these beers are special. A classic IPA has a gorgeous burnt orange color, but can range a little in lighter and darker hues. The hops are the very obvious star of the show. Bright, bold, citrus, pine bitter flavors will quench your thirst. There is a strong enough light-malt background so that a good IPA will not taste like pure plant material. Some IPAs are straight-up bitter than they are floral; others are so floral and herby, with a hint of natural bitterness. Not to mention different hops create different flavors: Many IPA’s taste strictly pine and resin (Simcoe hopes are Broc’s favorite!); while other IPA’s taste like grapefruit (my favorite!). IPA’s, like coffee and anything else naturally bitter, are an acquired taste so do not beat yourself up if you are an aspiring beer nerd but can’t get down with the American IPA.

Double IPAs or Imperial IPAs: Yup, you probably guessed it- these are extra supped-up IPA’s. These beers are often very high percentage alcohol, and manage to include over-the-top floral flavors with the bitter. These beers have a much stronger malt presence, which you likely will not notice because of all the hops.  The best way to describe these beers are “BIG”. Imperial IPAs are not for the faint-at-heart (unless you live in Portland in which case people drink this style of beer like water).

Extra Strong/Special Bitter (ESB) Ale: Arguably this is an English beer (the godfather of beer styles, the BJCP Standards, consider this a version of the English Pale Ale) however many American craft brewers have embraced this style as its own. ESB’s are, obviously, bitter but not in the sharp-hoppy-oily-floral kind of way, often using English hops that carry these flavor profiles. The hop emphasis is from hops added early in the brewing process, allowed to boil and bitter themselves, as opposed to late-hop additions which maintain their green flavors. ESB’s are darker in color (dark reds to light browns) and have a strong biscuity malt profile to help the strong bitters stand strong. Despite the dark color and bold flavors, the mouth feel often stay on the medium side making the beer surprisingly (deliciously) drinkable.

American Brown Ales: Perhaps you are familiar with English Brown Ales (Newcastle), from which the American Brown Ale came from. The American Brown Ales have a caramel or chocolate malt profile with an equally balanced hop profile. Some Brown’s have a toastiness to them, others cater more to a smooth nut flavor. While dark in color, most Brown Ales are relatively low in alcohol content and retain a medium mouthfeel thanks to the hops and ale yeast. Brown Ales are a go-to autumn beer for me.

Porters: Like Brown Ales above, Porters come from its prominent counterpoint from across the pond. Porters have a similar strong chocolate or caramel malt presence like the Brown, except far more robust and roasty. Roasted coffee, toffee, and sometimes even dried fruit flavors can be found in a Porter. The hops are downplayed quite a bit, used out of necessity to balance the beer and not so much for a hop flavor. The mouthfeel of a porter is medium to medium-heavy, but often holds on to a surprisingly low alcohol content (4.5 – 5.5%). They can be dark brown, almost black in color with off-white or tan foam. Porters are great for fall and early winter. Porters are my favorite Thanksgiving beer.

Now if you want to go to the next level of beer geekdom, Porter has a sub-variety called either an Imperial Porter or a Baltic Porter. These are stellar. The nuances can be confusing- often a lager yeast is used but not always; often higher alcohol content; and often contains stronger dried fruit flavors like fig, plum, or raisin. In the fancy beer judging world, certain roastiness or too high of an alcohol percentage will send you into a Stout sub-category. No need to get into nuances here though- the take home message is that if you come across an Imperial/Baltic Porter when its cold and blustery outside, do yourself a favor and try it.

Stouts: Like the Browns and Porters, the Stout is a variety first embraced oversees; however American craft brewers (and drinkers) have wholeheartedly embraced the Stout style equally, incorporating American hops & ingredients. Stouts are dark, roasty, creamy, and black in color. Darker roasted malts are used in the brewing process, and often roasted un-malted barley is used as well. Strong flavors of chocolate, toffee, caramel are often found. The mouthfeel of a stout is often heavy, deliciously velvety. The standard Stout has a surprisingly low alcohol content (hovering around 5%), however its exciting sub varieties often climb much much higher in alcohol content. A stout is a perfect winter beer.

Stouts are complex and have a few noteworthy sub-varieties, namely Oatmeal Stouts and Russian Imperial Stouts. Oatmeal stouts use, surprise!, oatmeal in the brewing process. Oatmeal stouts are often less roasty/toasty, and have a unique stellar heavy, silky, and creamy mouthfeel. I am a huge sucker for Oatmeal Stouts. Russian Imperial Stouts, on the other hand, celebrate the roastiness of stouts. Often much higher in alcohol content (8-12%!), and include a very strong dried fruit and bitter flavor to rival the big roastiness and big mouthfeel. If I haven’t made it obvious yet, Russian Imperial Stouts are the biggest stouts of all.

What about those delicious wheaty ales that come from Europe that we Americans are embracing with fervor?

Hefeweizen / Weissbier: German, golden, wheaty goodness with a thick white foam. I’ve never met someone who doesn’t like a Hefe. Many craft brewers have dabbled in Bavarian wheat beers such as the Hefeweizen. They are creamy in mouthfeel, with minimal hops. These are fantastic ‘everyday’ beers when the sun is out. Some Hefe’s are flat in flavor, relying on that creamy wheaty backbone; however some approach witbier territory (its close relative, see below) with fruity or spicy notes thanks to the whimsical world of European yeasts.

Witbier / Wit / White Ale: The Belgian close relative to the Hefeweizen. These beers are often lighter in color (not quite the rich gold hues of a Hefe), and are well-known (and well-loved) for its spice flavors such as orange, coriander, and chamomile. My favorite wits by American craft brewers get creative with the spice characters and often use Belgian yeasts to add its unique flavors and effervescent mouthfeel.

What about the American Lagers?!

American Lagers in the craft beer world are the underdogs. Let’s be real here: For the most part, American Lagers = cr*p sold in cans made by monstrous corporations. You know what I’m talking about.

However there ARE gems and diamonds in the rough. Many great craft breweries have been producing stellar lagers. Because of the lack of American presence in the lager world, these styles are frequently derived directly from the classics from Europe (notably, German beers).

Pilsners: Delicious pale yellow crisp, clear, clean lager. Who doesn’t love a Pilsner? They are smooth but dry malty goodness with a bright, mellow hop flavor to quench your thirst on the hottest of hot summer days. Some Pilsners have a little herb or spice brought on by whichever hop variety is used. They are low in alcohol, and are exactly what you want to be drinking slowly and for the whole afternoon whilst sitting on your front porch.

Amber Lager / Oktoberfest / Marzen: Reddish or amber in color with bright white or off-white foam; very clear, clean, crisp light mouthfeel; and a delicious sweet malt prominence. The aroma and taste of this beer is alllll about that sweet, caramel malts. Enough hops are added to complement the dry crisp finish of the lager. I am getting nostalgic for the clear, cool early October days when this beer is the perfect answer. These beers are special. When I was first learning to be a beer nerd, I was an unabashed fan of malts and these amber lagers were my heaven. Full Sail, an Oregon brewery, produces a Limited Edition (LTD) series of lagers of which their No. 2 way back in 2007/8 was the most delicious bottled amber lager produced in the US I’ve ever had.

So what other beers are not described but is worth further research? So many!

  • Sour beers
  • Wheat ales
  • Hefeweizen
  • Kolsch
  • American Cream Ales
  • Belgians (WOW I did not get into Belgians at all! These beers are super special to me, but I do not feel like I know enough to write about them. If interested, google the following: Dubbels, Tripels, Quads, Trappist, Saison, etc)
  • Barleywine
  • Bocks and Dopplebocks
  • Scottish Ale / Strong Ale
  • And more

Thankful Thursdays, No. 13

Lucky number 13! And since it’s been a while, I have a lot of things to share that I am so grateful for.

  • Despite snow and record low temperatures, the abundance of heavily-flowered white or bright pink trees in bloom, and the street planters thick with blossoming daffodil or tulip stems.
  • After work happy-hour with former classmates who make my post-grad-school struggles seem oh so normal. Plus they make me laugh a lot.
  • The dream interpretation book “Santa” got me for Christmas last year. What were majorly ‘effed up dreams at first are now enlightening bits of information about my subconscious. Bottom line: Major life stage and personality transitions.
  • Multiple successful dinners that used new recipes. Gourmet meals include lettuce wraps, fajitas, and peanut-sauce stir fry. The icing on the cake was spending hours of quality time with Broc in the kitchen cooking it all up ;)
  • Vanilla Sleepy Time Tea for being  a “hug in a mug”, every night (and sometimes every afternoon…)
  • Overcoming big work struggles feeling stronger and smarter than before.
  • Finding out that the Alumnae Association of my undergrad (which is cult-like in its traditions and networks) opened a new local chapter. And in celebration of such is hosting an open bar gala at a fancy hotel downtown!
  • Squeezing in a couple of bike commutes despite winter-like weather.
  • Receiving daily photos of Twin Sis’s new 12-week old black lab puppy.
  • Finding a new reality show guilty pleasure to replace The Bachelor
  • And Broc surprising me with a bottle of juicy red wine the other night when said reality-show guilty pleasure was on.
  • And speaking of guilty pleasures – Downloading the new Taylor Swift album and wishing desperately I was that cool when I was 16. (Is she 16? How old is she?)
  • Potentially starting a new “opportunity” with a group of smart, motivated [mostly queer] feminists. Stay tuned…
  • New readers! Who leave lovely, thoughtful comments!

Full support

I am lucky. I mean, really lucky.

This post isn’t political, nor is it a social critique. This post is just a big heapin’ pile of personal emotions on a topic often [too] politicized.

Broc’s mom flew in from Jersey this last week, and as we all laughed with our heads back, mouths wide open and shared a meal hovered over the coffee table, it hit me hard that both mine and Broc’s parents love us (as in, “us”, the unit.. the gay couple) unconditionally. When we flew to Vegas last December for Twin Sis’s wedding, my extended family was giddy to meet Broc and immediately threw in full support. We were pestered for our own [future] wedding date and if/when we’ll have kids, and gosh darn they wanted all the traditionally, settling-down facts just as if we were an every day hetero-couple. The fact that we’re both biologically women never even caused a hiccup.

Oh but there are hiccups. Some hiccups are minor: both my Grandma and Broc’s Nanny refer to our partners as our “roommates”- I say minor because they smile  in a way that conveys they are simply being ‘proper’ but they personally do not seem to mind. Others are larger: Broc’s Dad is socially and politically conservative enough that he adamantly opposes gay marriage; however he never once showed disappointment/anger at Broc herself and would likely welcome me with open arms.

I have to admit that the references to roommates and knowing certain family members who voted in favor of Prop 8 in California stings, sometimes fiercely. But they never once questioned me, or my life, or my partner because of the “gay factor” and I am forever grateful for that.

I absolutely cannot fathom what it would feel like to have a family member – the kind of family member who is in charge of your emotional well-being – tell you that you are “not normal” and that being “not normal” is terrible and shame-worthy. And, oh my goodness, the thought of a family member not recognizing the kind of love I have for Broc and the kind of relationship & commitment we have for one another sends me into a rage and panic that abruptly morphs into a feeling I can only describe as unfathomable.

The recent, building maternal thoughts of my own leave me with a new perspective on unconditional support for a child. When I imagine myself [possibly] raising a kiddo with Broc, I am overwhelmed with wishes and hopes that the child learn what it feels to love and be loved. I absolutely cannot fathom how or why any mother (or father or parent) would ever, ever reject all or a part of their child because of who that child may love.

I’m not sure how else to end this post other than saying I am spoiled and privileged, and I can only hope with the sincerest of hopes that in the future this will be the norm. Go love someone or something extra today (I’m off to find my fluffy Timber cat to squeeze and love).

Quintessential “This is my city” moment

While I’ve been doing well, nay, excelling in some of my New Years Resolutions, I have been doing horribly at another: Take photos of all the cool stuff I do. The other night I had a quintessential “this is my city” moment and this is the only photograph I have of it:

(Before you threaten to take my beer street-cred away, I will share below that the can of PBR photographed above was shared with me in the most Portlandy way)

1,200 other Portlanders and I decided to stand for hours in the chilly drizzle for the first opportunity to buy single-game tickets for our hometown-team-just-turned-pro, the Portland Timbers. I was feeling the Portland vibes- I mean, Portland is perfectly weird and loving of all things organically born out of counter-culture. Many of us joke, with a hint of pride, that we are the most European city in the States. What other City would you find over a thousand people on a week night waiting in the cold for soccer tickets? (If you love soccer or Portland or both or none, check out this great article on “Portland: Where the soccer dream lives on”.)

I wasn’t anticipating spending an entire evening in the frigid air. I was chatting online to Broc around lunch time when the reports came out that a line was already forming for box office windows opening at 7pm. I had a hunch that games Broc and I need to be at would be sold out at the end of the night, so I resigned myself to missing my favorite Monday night routine and left the office early. Lucky Broc had to work all night and owes me BIG TIME missed out on the adventure.

I caught a 4:30pm train up to the venue and spotted the line already wrapped around the venue. So there I was, settling in, not yet realizing just how long I would be waiting in line, smiling and taking it all in. Sure, I’m psyched for the Timber’s inaugural pro season but I was more psyched to be amongst the other people who would do this kind of thing. In my immediate circle, I spent the evening with a cast of true Portland stereotypes:

  • In front of me was a classic mid-30′s professional guy. Outdoorsey but clean cut, well-trimmed facial hair, thick-rimmed glasses, a little knit cap, and a Timbuktu messenger bag. I would put $20 down and bet he’s a software engineer because that’s how Portlanders roll.
  • His adorable girlfriend shows up in a newsboy cap, work clothes, and also a Timbuktu bag (but sleek and all black) however toting a reusable linen bag filled with – you guessed it – cans of PBR and even organic potato chips.
  • The guy behind me is a gruffy 50-ish guy sporting a skateboard-turned-scooter, a backpack with a Camel water pack, brightly colored homemade-looking knits everywhere, and a faint smell of weed. He also opens his bag to reveal – oh yes – a six-pack of amber ale, and a bag of organic chocolate truffles.
  • In between myself and gruffy six-pack scooter man was a high-energy unemployed early 20-something guy who’s primary concern was getting through the line fast enough so he could get a full nights sleep before catching the used-veggie-oil fueled bus to Mt. Hood in the morning for snowboarding.

What is funny to me is I never got a single one of their names, but I did get their life stories, a number of beers, some chips and chocolate, and a quick ride on the skateboard-scooter. I was served free Stumptown Coffee and chatted with our Lumberjack mascot about, what else, Portland’s title of having the most strip-clubs per capita (and not to tarnish is reputation but rather to have a good laugh – he seems to know what he’s talking about). And at the end of the night, with tickets in hand, I bid farewell to my new bffs and hoped I’d see them again as I made it home on the light rail. Despite every finger and toe being frozen and arriving home far later than when I like to be in bed, I was not-so-secretly buzzing from having the quintessential “this is my city” moment. The timing is a bit ironic as Broc and I have been in super seekret negotiations with one another about maybe our time to leave Portland is on the horizon.

Anyone else ever have these moments about a place you live or have lived? I live for these moments.

So I’m enGAYged

(title in reference to my on-going joke about planning to wed without “being engaged”…  Except I am featured on So You’re EnGAYged this month!)

Oh HAI!

Broc's latest interwebz-speak mug. It was Broc's birthday last week. Isn't she adorable?

I feel so happy and giddy and, frankly, a bit humbled that Kelly at So You’re EnGAYged is featuring little ol’ An Atypical Traditionalist on its March blogroll. SYE has been a daily perusal need since thoughts of getting gay-married popped into my head well over a year ago. Not to mention, Twin Sis won an amazing wedding photography package from So You’re Engayged and my family is forever indebted to SYE for that great opportunity!

Welcome! I’m Apple! I’ve got a Meet the Family series you may be interested if you’re new. I brag a lot about my cats and my beer snobbery and riding my bike and my ridiculously hot partner Broc. We’re gay/queer (Broc likes the word ‘gay’, I like ‘queer’, we both hate ‘lesbian’). We live in the Pacific Northwest.

I haven’t updated this blog of mine in three weeks. I realize that a blogger going MIA gets as much sympathy as an author who declares writers block (aka. NO sympathy) but sometimes life happens so much that even though a blogger thinks about her blog all the time and kind of wants to write about, she just doesn’t because… well… life is happening.

And then Japan happened. Every time I was ready to come back to the blog, any musing or thought of turning into something blog-worthy to share seemed so silly. I am no longer paralyzed by the media and the grief is turning into light-hearted desires for normalcy. I missed An Atypical Traditionalist!

Visioning a non-wintery scene

Winter has taken over everything. Moods are damp and gray. The apartment feels sparse and colorless. The food I cook tastes bland. My clothes are bulky and heavy.  Hibernation feels so good and so needed, but also makes one anxious to move about.

January through March has always been my least favorite stretch of the year. Winter seems to seep in to every little thing. And you know those daffodils I bragged about last week? They died in this past weekend’s snowy icy mess. I need some inspiration:

The above photo makes me want to grow out my hair, invest in a pair of good sunglasses and a decent wardrobe of flowy tank-tops.

How does everyone else get through it?