Franklinsanity

10:13 PM, Cookeville, TN – Well, so we ran out of the unidentified sauvignon blanc.  Fortunately, HHW also bought a sixer of … well, you can see the can.  It basically just says IPA on it.  Which works, at this stage.

Now, the beer got a little warm in the traffic on the way here.  Have I mentioned that rush hour outside of Nashville on I-40 appears to be a total bitch?

Solution:  stick the sixer in the freezer on arrival.  3+ hours later, fascinated to discover it not only didn’t explode all over the freezer and burst the cans…it’s an ice-cold, tasty brew.

Assuming it’s the higher alcohol content.  Because every other time I’ve left beer in the freezer for over 2 hours, it’s ended fairly badly.  Sometimes for the freezer, sometimes for me (Stephen Shilling, if you’re reading this, let’s just recall that time on the Ridge in POW when Marguerite found our leftover stash exploded all over her frozen goods).

Hmmm, a thunder storm.  Apparently those happen outside NorCal….