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Watch that kid. When he gets to teenage years, it may get a lot more awkward.
Watch that kid. When he gets to teenage years, it may get a lot more awkward.
We're feeding him some bitter pale ale and telling him that's the only kind of beer that exists. Light beer is, after all, a gateway drug to harder beers.
I would have sips of my dad's beer all the time when I was three or four. "Sip, sip," I would say. One time he was drinking a martini and I wanted a "sip, sip." He declined and tried to explain it wasn't beer, but I kept reaching and insisting, "sip, sip." He finally let me take a sip. I do remember staggering with the shock of it. My father also remembers I never asked him again for a"sip, sip" again.
We're feeding him some bitter pale ale and telling him that's the only kind of beer that exists. Light beer is, after all, a gateway drug to harder beers.
... Women are also more sweet oriented than bitter...
Be careful with this approach: My daughter did not think she liked beer very much for years; her friends all drank light beer which she did not particularly like but would drink occasionally. In her mid-20's, she tried one of my full flavored beers (either a pale ale or stout) and discovered that she really does like beer.
A similar thing happened when she discovered that a really good cab is so much better than the sweet wines her friends drank.
My father, although born in the Midwest, came from a very German family background, so he followed their custom.
When I was just a few years old, it was the custom to give me a shot glass of beer with Sunday dinner. I really enjoyed it, and when I got to be 5 or 6, I would occasionally get a little juice glass (max 5 ounces) on special occasions.
I think my folks did the right thing, since I've never had a problem with alcohol (and I still like beer best).
Pricey? How could that be? I have no idea now how much a bottle cost then (there goes my oft-claimed of "superior memory"), but could still remember the time in 1980, we were newlyweds, I started my 1st real job, we just bought our home, was saving to pay off the money borrowed for the down payment.
Just brought it up to my wife, and she remembered. "Yes, we ate summer sausage, drank lots of Riunite..." And we watched TV from our bean bag chairs, because we had no other furniture, the big 25" console TV that visitors admired and we bought from Appliance TV City on installment. The room had just the TV and the two bean bags.
How was I able to buy Riunite if it was "pricey"? Were there different classes of Riunite that I did not know about? Are you playing with my memory?
But this remembrance! I do not remember when my wife stopped drinking. A long time ago. She drank Riunite with me back then, but perhaps stopped when I started to buy the "real" stuff. Tomorrow, I am going on a quest to find a bottle.
Here's something interesting. Bevmo's customers rate the small bottle Riunite at 3 stars, but give the big bottle 4.5 stars. So, either frugal and big drinkers are easier to please, or they are more price conscious and willing to exchange quality for quantity.
Or maybe after one has finished a large bottle it is remembered as tasting better?
Having a little extra cash (call it wealth if you like) affords me the option of being more generous with those who are in need of life's basics.