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einfach rauchbier

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I've got another beer in the fermenter and am anticipating a very distinct result. You see I'm trying my hand at a rauchbier which means a smoke beer. I've basically used a recipe for a nice malty brown ale and then added smoked malt on top of that. I am a little concerned that I might get tired of this flavor but unfortunately that's something I can't remedy and so my friends and family may have to step it up if I can't bring myself to comsume all of this batch.
Just looking outside today makes me want to go have a BBQ which would be the ultimate compliment to this beer. I'm envisioning bringing a grill over to Jordan's new pad and having like a street party. Somehow though I think we may have to contend with The Don of Main Street so maybe we'll opt for another locale.

I'n stretching like a mad man right now and have found that my soleus and calves indeed had retightened since the last time I tried to make a big push against the PF, so hopefully the irritation starts to lessen. The ART guy that I've now seen twice is alright but I certainly am not getting am overwhemling level of care so maybe another couple weeks of appointments and then I'll have my friends and family continue a baseline of care. The guy evidently was a pretty good runner at Cal Poly with an 8:52 steeple best and low 14 and 29, 5 and 10k bests. It's unfortunate that he's now overweight and living in OKC not really aware of the local running scene, but as long as he helps me get healthy...

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