"In Monterey before he even started, he felt hungry and stopped at Herman’s for a hamburger and beer. While he ate his sandwich and sipped his beer, a bit of conversation came back to him. Blaisedell, the poet, had said to him, “You love beer so much. I’ll bet some day you’ll go in and order a beer milk shake.” It was a simple piece of foolery but it had bothered Doc ever since. He wondered what a beer milk shake would taste like. The idea gagged him a bit but he couldn’t let it alone. It cropped up every time he had a glass of beer. Would it curdle like milk? Would you add sugar? It was like a shrimp ice cream. Once the thing got into your head you couldn’t forget it. He finished his sandwich and paid Herman. He purposely didn’t look at the milk shake machines lined up so shiny against the back wall. If a man ordered a beer milk shake, he thought, he’d better do it in a town where he wasn’t known. But then, a man with a beard, ordering a beer milk shake in a town where he wasn’t known — they might call the police."
John Steinbeck, Cannery Row.
Kudos to Jackalope brewing (@blogalope) for making literary fantasies a reality.
Normally I don’t get to eat Edley’s brisket sandwich with a fried egg and pimiento cheese because it’s only served at lunch. And also it’s a little too much. But I did eat most of one for lunch today.
I was going to describe the story behind this photo, but then I realized it’s not necessary.
at Cheekwood Botanical Garden
Happy Easter, everyone! (at Cheekwood Botanical Garden)