Not sure what the trouble is in the fields. Scarecrow down? A swarm of locusts of biblical proportions? Beau’s super charged tractor tearing up the crops? Or worst of all, the fields as parched as JT after a dry February?
So far this year Boston is having trouble in the field, with the most errors of any major league baseball team.* Fenway Park is no field of dreams, or even a fielder’s choice for that matter.
Farmer Steve likes his corn, but he loves his tractor. He tells us that “field corn is for the cows, git yerself some sweet corn for a sweet on the cob treat.” Farm field wisdom is hard to beat, and just like his amorous feelings for his Kubota, often hard to understand too.
In Nanci Griffith’s song “Trouble in the Fields”** the bankers are at the door and Nanci may have to sell the ol’ John Deere. Big time trouble for sure.
How about this beer? A fields of gold pour that even Sting would be impressed with.*** It has that maize and malt aroma true to its name. A light mouthfeel, malt and corn and a bit of an astringent finish that’s troubling. Trying too hard to be crisp. That aspirin like finish might be handy the next day if you drink a dozen but it’s not much good if you’re one and done. Ironically my corn chips seem to cut through the acrid finish and smooth things out a bit. It reminds me of some of the grainy old school European brews in body and finish. I still haven’t figured out why the name, but I would tend to agree.
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