A Love Beer Story

How I Became The Homebrewer's Wife

I was very young. I met this guy.

He is funny, smart, he smells nice. When he laughs (and he often does) his smile draws these little lines around his eyes, and I absolutely love them. He knows how to tell good stories, also.

It took me about a week to fall in love with him. He says it took him a little longer to fall in love with me. In fact, our story is so funny, that when I went after him and said “I want to be your girlfriend” and he said “Ok“, neither of us were in love with each other. But that’s a story for another day…

The Problem

So, he accepted to be my boyfriend. I fell in love with him. We got together and I was really happy. Soon enough, though, I ran into a little problem: he loves beer.

At that time, I’ve had only tried beer once or twice in my life, and I didn’t like it very much. In our very first date, we went to a restaurant. He ordered a beer. I wasn’t going to let myself get into the “uh, I’m a girl and I don’t drink beer” stereotype. I wanted to impress him.

Trying to look cool, I shut up and took a sip. And hey, it wasn’t so bad! In fact, I kind of enjoyed it. When the date ended, I’d had the remarkable amount of a whole pint of beer. From that day on, I started to actually like beer.

Time goes by, and he teaches me about good beer; commercial beer, sure, but at least we know which brands are good and which ones are… well, not so good.

The Revelation

Eventually, we get married. A few years later, he comes home one day and tells me about a group of people (mostly men) who brew their own beer! I say “Wait, what?!”

I never thought it was possible to make your own beer. “Not only can we brew our own beer” he says “but we can even make it better than commercial beers“. “Mmmmmm” is my I’m-not-really-sure-about-this kind of answer.

Of course, he proves me wrong. He joins the group, and becomes a homebrewer. Sure, we have a few not-very-successful-stories on our record, but when his beer turns out good, it’s really good.

So, that’s how I became the homebrewer’s wife.

It’s not like I define myself through my husband, but I’m on this blog – his blog – to tell you about our homebrewing adventures from the homebrewer’s wife point of view. Why? Because I think it’ll be fun. For me, and hopefully, for you.

The Secret Plan

And let me tell you a little secret. This blog was kind of abandoned since… well, too long. I convinced him to switch from Blogspot to WordPress and re-activate My Best Beer. He liked the idea (probably because I said I would do all the heavy work needed for the switch, so, why not?), and promised he will start to post more often. After all, he is a passionated homebrewer, and he LOVES to talk about all things homebrewing.

Little did he know that my secret plan was to get him to re-activate the blog so I could share my thoughts about our homebrewing.

I hope you like my writings; if you do, I have more secret plans to reveal in the future. I guess we’ll have to wait and see how it goes.

Well, that’s enough for today. I’m Nospheratt, by the way; nice to meet you. I’m the homebrewer’s wife, and these are my stories.

PS - Yes, I know my nickname is weird and hard to spell, but so is dunkelweizen. It’s a weird, interesting, bittersweet beer with a dark soul; kinda like me.