My fun craft beer story of the summer:
Last year the restaurant I work at had a staff party at a blueberry farm I own with my family up in the middle of nowhere, Maine. As part of the party we went down and visited
Oxbow'sfermentation barn. My family had just severed our contract with the people who were harvesting blueberries for us, after they lost us money for the last two years, and we had several tons of blueberries going to waste on the farm. At the end of the tour, I invited the people at Oxbow over to the farm, and since they make a blueberry sour beer, I asked if they wanted to harvest as many blueberries as they could and use them however they wanted. They came over the next week, got into a fight with my grandmother, and apparently harvested a lot of berries.
Almost a year later, after a lot of elusive answers about whatever happened to those berries, I was given three cases of pint bottles of Slowmotion, a blend of a wild wine they made using my berries and a farmhouse saison from the brewery Brouwerij Lane, in Brooklyn.
Long story short, the wife is out of town, and I'm pretty wasted