Nearly throwing math and measurements to the wind, I grab a 22-ounce bottle of Industrial IPA (Diamond Knot Brewery) from the refrigerator and wonder if 22 ounces=one pint or “serving.” The label is somewhat confusing, especially for someone who, at the same as drinking/researching beers for an important drinking column, is attempting to cook a healthy meal for her family—one that involves about 2500 ingredients and 500 kitchen appliances she’s never seen in her life. So, yeah, the label appears to say that 22 ounces=1 pint, and I’m quite happy about that, given my circumstances.
“People drink pints of beer, right?” I ask my husband Nate.
“They do, but that’s more than a pint,” Nate says.
“But here, it says that 22 ounces is a pint.”
“No, if you look closely, it says that one pint is 16 ounces. You have to turn the bottle just a little more to see that.”
“Ahh! So, yeah, I’m going to need a little help with this one.”
Thankfully, Nate was willing to help, and we each poured a glass. We let our son Alex take a sip, and then we all played a game called, “What do you taste?”
“How come I taste mangos?” Alex says.
Nate explains that the beer does have a citrus taste, maybe because of the kind of hops used. He also says that he tastes a sweet, malt finish.
I taste beer. Good beer: 7.9% alcohol by volume.
For me, it’s kind of woodsy. In my mind, this beer transports me to a forest—a magical forest filled with green hops, and mangos, grapefruit, and oranges are swinging happily in the trees, while singing sea shanties. And, in a clearing, I see an amusement park with a roller coaster, but not one that’s super scary and flips upside-down or anything—a roller coaster that I can handle—like 16 ounces of a 22-ounce version.
Cecilia Kennedy once taught Spanish and English courses in Ohio for many years. She now lives in the Greater Seattle area, and writes horror stories. Her blog (Fixin’ Leaks and Leeks: https://fixinleaksnleeksdiy.blog/) chronicles her humorous (and perhaps scary?) attempts at cooking and home repair.