This Week On Tap: Goose Island’s Bourbon County Stout, A Beer ALMOST Better Than Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is the best holiday of the year. Nothing compares to it, and I won’t hear otherwise (Christmas does get a full slate of NBA games, I’ll give it that). I don’t even like parades or football, to be honest. To me, it’s all about the food and the preparation. See, I love to cook. I grew up going on Saturday and Sunday grocery runs with my dad, then sitting at the kitchen counter watching him prep whatever amazing meal we’d be eating that night.

Now, imagine being able to do that all day. Imagine being able to watch a master at work, slow-cooking a turkey not by direction but by feel. Imagine watching your mom cook her special green beans with onion and bacon for hours on end from memory. A whole day to hang out in the kitchen, not just taking in the skill and artistry of the cooking, but also growing in anticipation of the finished product: your plate of food.

When you sit down in front of that plate, you know exactly how everything on it got there because you saw it be made. AND you get to eat it! You get to eat until you can’t eat any more, and you won’t feel bad because everyone else is doing the exact same thing! And when you’re too full to put another bite in your mouth, that’s when the pie comes out. Oh boy the pie. I’m partial to pecan, but pumpkin, cherry, and apple will all suffice.

And then you sleep. You sleep like a baby, with a warm belly, exhausted by consumption. It makes me tear up thinking about it.

Oh yeah, and there’s family. They’re cool too.

So, you can imagine my bewilderment at the people who would forgo that to wait in line overnight at a liquor store to spend $10 for a bottle of beer. It sounds crazy to me – DON’T THEY KNOW THERE’S PIE?!?!?!