I had three beers the other night, for the first time in at least a year. I’m 37, and, for whatever reason, beer makes me feel terrible. Lately, all I can manage to drink is half a pint, split with my wife. Any more than that, and I just want to take a nap. I might have one of those gluten allergies that are all the rage. Maybe my tummy doesn’t like the yeast. Maybe it’s just all those extra carbs. Whatever the reason, I tend to drink whiskey instead, because it doesn’t make me feel so sad and bloated.
But last Friday night, our friend Lief came over for dinner. My wife Julie had given me an outdoor fire pit for my birthday. That was back in January, but we’d only gotten to use it a few times, just in the past couple of weeks. This was the winter of the “snowpocalypse,” after all. But the last few days had been just perfect for it—50 or 60 degrees at night, so the fire keeps you warm without overheating you.
We’d already discovered that the fire pit was bringing our little family together. We have two girls, ages 9 and 12, and all they seem to want to do is play games on their iPads or handheld Nintendo. We can’t come up with anything better for them to do, and we’re always feeling guilty about this. Plus, the video games keep them busy so we can do what we need (or want) to do. So, you know, no one’s handing us any parenting awards anytime soon. But we found that deliberately setting things on fire can keep them entertained and—lo and behold—actually talking to us for a couple of hours. Throw in some roasted marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers, and we were pretty much the Cleavers. Our grumpy 12-year-old even let us burn some of the 7,000 fallen limbs she’d leaned against our fence as a makeshift teepee, without complaint.
We figured if sitting around the fire pit could help a fidgety third-grader, a moody seventh-grader and their preoccupied parents to enjoy one another’s company, it would probably work for adults too. The kids were with my ex-wife for the night. I mixed up Paula Deen’s recipe for southwestern turkey burgers, with black beans, chili powder and crumbled corn chips. I was already sipping on a Breckenridge Vanilla Porter and planning to switch to bourbon when Lief arrived with a sixer of New Belgium’s Shift pale ale—an “upscale Budweiser,” according to Lief. It’s a lighter, crisper, much more fitting beer for the spring equinox than the Vanilla Porter. I managed not to stuff myself on Paula’s pepperjack and avocado topped burgers, and when your buddy brings “upscale Budweiser” to your patio, you’ve got to try it, right?