Recovering from the extreme Christmas day gift giving associated with grandchildren by a boxing day outing. The kids are already bored with their Pokémons and Squishables and Teckdecks and Hatchimals and crafts and all the other toys from the mountain of gifts under the tree this year.
“Poppy”
Perhaps they have taken “boxing day” too literally because one gift they seem to enjoy and have been burning off energy with is an inflatable punching bag that I sacrificed a good lung to blow up. I believe they have affectionately named it “Poppy” as they regale it with tae kwon do kicks and brutal karate chops and rights and lefts reminiscent of Mike Tyson. I guess I should be flattered but somehow I see it as the ongoing psychological abuse of a senior, that senior being me. The joys of Christmas.
Another exhausting day, why they call these holidays I’ll never know. But with the grand kids tucked in it’s time for me to tuck into a cold one. High Park’s golden lager “Against the Grain”* is up for a quaff and so am I.
As Gold as 101 of Elvis’ Albums
Golden it is, as golden as Elvis’ gold lamé suit.** A very light haze as well although that could have been the result of my lightheadedness from blowing up that inflatable martyr. It goes with a slim light white headshot. An interesting aroma, malt bread lager with a some sweet, almost like an oatmeal stout aroma. It tastes of malt bread with a touch of bitter with a crisp sweet finish, almost a honey lager, but definitely a honey of a lager. A smooth malt taste and despite the name there is no grain being gone against on this one. It’s all going with the flow. Great lager, very tasty, a boxing day special brew.
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