|Aren't they pretty?|
In addition to saving Brooklyn Brewery bottle caps with that seductive cursive B, I also like to keep the cartons. And when I look at my substantial stash, my sense memory takes over. The six pack of lager? Consumed with tostadas served with fresh guacamole. The IPA? Had that while watching a month's worth 30 Rock episodes one night. The chocolate stout? I had a hankering for a vanilla ice cream float avec biere.
Of course when I look at this book, I can almost taste the meal I ate with the lager. It was a chicken cutlet with marinated artichoke hearts and parmesan cheese shavings, served on a warm baguette. Mmm.