The pilsner drought

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Egads! Nearly nine months without pilsner. Now that spring is upon us,  thoughts of this  long-lost summery flavour are torturing me.

pilsner.jpgI have purchased what has become my holy grail, my golden chalice – a single bottle of Pilsner Urquell, my little Czech friend. This beer (but not this actual bottle) was first brewed in 1842. It’s a timeless classic flavour – one of the staples in my so-called ‘Medieval Food Group.‘ You see, it’s not the alcohol I crave, it’s the pure crisp nutty, fruity, hoppy flavour of this finest beer. All pilsners are lovely – but this is the original.

It takes but one simple sniff and then the first sip transports you to almost mythical wild summery fields of barley and ancient hop vines. Not getting it? For a visual taste, see this photo of a barley field and this photo of hops growing – it’s like they’ve bottled a landscape.

The only drink that has given me anywhere near the same kick in the last nine months is hot Milo. If hot Milo was a landscape it would be warm and wooly in a time of cold – like this photograph. Beautiful, but not half as mystical somehow.

Ok, so I’m getting silly now, but I’ve never claimed to be sane and quite frankly any distraction from impending labour is a good thing, so don’t laugh at my fantasy fields of flavour. 😉

I’m not quite sure when I’ll get to quaff this amber nectar, and it may be many many many months in the future. I’m not really sure if you can have a quick beer to celebrate the birth or not? Is that allowed? I don’t know. More to the point, I don’t really want the little one getting his/her first taste of pilsner by-proxy from me in the first few days of life.

So, although I dearly love the baby in my belly and am looking forward to meeting the new lifeform – reuniting with the nutty golden taste of pilsner will surely be a semi-religious experience for me sometime in future.

For now, I can look at the pretty pictures and dream …

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  1. Well, I got to drink this golden nectar on a Friday evening in what can only be described as an anti-climatic moment. True I had that wonderful moment of steeping myself in the fine flavour of this amber beer again, but sadly, I fell asleep only half way through the bottle, leaving most of it to waste ….tried to save it for the next night but it was just flat

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