Maybe the best thing about summer warmth not arriving until September is that now, instead of being all raucous and pool-splashy, it seems bittersweet and a little quiet.
Maybe I'm just in reverence of the greenery dying in my yard--the slowly accumulating leaves around the deck chairs. In this heat, I'm supposed to be lounging in said deck chair with trashy magazine and a fat gin and tonic, but that seems so shallow, so July.
So it was with a little providence that I stumbled upon a sixer of Shiner Smokehaus beer at my local store.
Mesquite smoked beer? I was worried it would be a riot of smoke, like a hefty rauchbier gehen von Krazig. But actually it's a light helles style lager with a caramely golden color. There's a nice malty hoppiness at the front that is quickly followed by the smokiness. It's not huge, it's not like sucking on the vent of a smoker, but it's there. Much like your sweater smells in the morning after last night's bonfire, the mesquite lingers in the back.
It seems to be a beer that wants food, and it would go nicely with anything hit with bacon. And so, in my deck chair while crunching dead leaves with my toes, I find this a fitting compromise to the world. I'm sort of craving bonfires and chili and wooly sweaters, but instead I'll sit with a smoky beer and bare feet while I witness summer's slow saunter.
Open-faced BBT with your beer
On top of thick slice of sourdough bread,
spread a little mayonnaise with a twist of cracked pepper,
place a chunky and ripe slice of bigass tomato,
on top of which goes a smoky hunk of thick-cut Nueske's smoked bacon,
which should all be shrouded with basil leaves.