I’m not interested in the kiddie theme park variety made of cream soda and syrup from a squeeze bottle; I want hot, alcoholic, grown-ass woman butterbeer.
Autumn means hard cider, and (though I love cider) sometimes I find cider to be too sweet. That’s where a Snakebite is truly outstanding—the beer bitters up the cider as…
I am a person who thinks there should, on the whole, be more secret societies in this world. So. I’m not saying I’ve made a secret society just to have…
(or the Bee’s Knees? I’m choosing to go with the plural possessive because no one bee is responsible for the honey. Or we could call it the Beeses Kneeses.)