My tea. What could be more interesting? It fascinates me, dominating my thoughts from just after breakfast until just before tea.
I just scored some Schlenkerla Eiche. I've been told the smoke character is very different from their other beers.
"Still smells like bacon to me, dad."
"Give it a taste, Andrew, and tell me what you think."
"No dad. I'm ill." [Exit Andrew in wheelchair.]
"How do you think the smoke in the beer goes with the food, Dolores?"
"I told you I don't like smoked beer. Why do you make me try it?"[Dolores takes a sip.] "Happy?"
"Does it go with the food?"
"I'd have cooked Schweinehaxe if I wanted bacon."
"I'd call that complementary."
"Call it what you want, I'm not drinking any more. Can I eat my food now? It's gone cold while you've been taking all those stupid photographs."
The acrid smokiness of Schlenkerla Eiche, like the smell of cordite floating over the trenches of the Somme, perfectly complements the stuffed cabbaginess of the stuffed cabbage.
"How's that Dolores? Does that sum up the flavour combination?"
"Write want you want, Ronald. I'm eating. Lexie will get yours if you don't hurry up."
"I'll take that as a yes."
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