BELGIAN WIT ROUND III, KIDS! DAMN RIGHT!* That's right, we brewed us another Belgian Wit, and this one's going to rule. It's been a brewy week, beervolk. The Mrs and I bottled our Blackberry Wheat two nights ago, and then last night we brewed us some Belgian Wit, baby! We're talkin' sweet dried orange peel, cloves, cinnamon, fresh squeezed tangerine juice and 4 other flavor ingredients that are SECRET... and no, I don't mean water, hops, grains and yeast. Those are not the secrets. So wait there... on the very edge of your chair... whimpering and hoping no one notices you forgot to put on deodorant (again) and we'll see you in, oh, 4 weeks. *or so we hope... more on that in uh... a month.

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To begin this post, I would like to quote a stanza from the Byrds' 1965 song Turn Turn Turn:

• To everything, turn, turn, turn
• There is a season, turn turn turn
• And a time for every purpose, under heaven
• A time to be born, a time to die;
• A time to clean up exploded beers, a time to finally find Hoegaarden in Vegas.

And so on. This afternoon I rolled over to Lee's Discount Liquor (the last word is pronounced "Lic'ah") for some of the Ayinger Brau-Weisse I had planned to review today (great hefe BTW, I'll do it next). As I have done the past 69 trips to Lee's, I forlornly scanned the shelves for a hint of that elusive Belgian Wit I came to love last spring in Florida, and have been unable to find in Nevada thus far. And what to my wandering eyes did appear, but four six-packs of the sweet sweet Hoeg, which I instantly snatched up and absconded with like Gary Sinise kidnapping Mel Gibson's son in Ransom. On that note... what the hell, Mel? Seriously, what the hell?

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Friends, just tried a terrific Belgian Wit called St. Bernardus. Named after St. Bernard, who was a total badass in the Crusades, this beer is an exemplary beverage for its holy namesake.

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