Elise made a delicious homemade pizza last night. I bought a delicious beer, a Hefeweizen from Trader Joe’s. I took a draught from the beer first. Delicious! I love weissbeers. So unique. Then I tried some pizza. Good, good. But why does it taste like banana to me? Elise wondered the same thing, after hearing my comment (which I did not give until she pried). Then I took another sip from the beer: Ah: so that’s why it tastes a little off: my beer tastes like banana. Fascinating.
..documenting life and other musings..
11.12.2005
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