Drinking beer a neighbor made

I recently tweeted:

After a lifetime of ambivalence if not outright loathing, I suddenly…like beer. I have NO idea what brought that on.

I still don’t. I do know having a next-door neighbor who brews his own cerveza is suddenly…awesome.

Raddly Kulseth (if his name sounds familiar, look elsewhere on this blog for posts about his amazing food-blogger wife) has just shared with me samples from his maiden batch of brewski, and I’m at a loss for words.

That is partly because as a bier newbie I lack the context and vocabulary to do it justice. It’s also because I’m speechless at how yummy it is.

Yesterday I poured one of the beers into a tall glass (as instructed; Radd told me not to drink it out of the bottle), grabbed my e-book reader, and went out to my favorite chair on the front porch for an hour of reading and rapturous sipping.

This was one of the highlights of my summer.

Another bottle awaits. Ahhh….

By the way, that’s Radd in the second picture, on the left, as he readies another batch of beer; I’m on the right as I’m coming into his back yard. His wife took the photo.

Update: From Twitter: