Thursday, January 10, 2008

Brent's Fiery Beer Brittle

I came across this peanut brittle while looking for chocolate beer and Monroe's Lazy Mutt at Brennan's.
"Monroe, what was from the Monroe Brewing Company," I kept asking myself. No, not the frolicking Fat Squirrel or meandering Spotted Cow. The New Glarus Brewing Company is of course in New Glarus, the town that banned The Pints—ironic, no?
Lazy Mutt is made in the town that brought us Huber, as in: *"I'm drinking Huber because I'm out on Huber Law."
Perhaps more famously known as the Joseph Huber Brewing Company (among others), the brewery is now the Minhas Craft Bewery. No more Joseph Huber, but some young Kanook with a degree in petroleum engineering (eh?) named Ravinder Minhas is the new Monroe Brew King.
The point of all this: Fiery Beer Brittle, although made in Napa Valley, beer capital of the world, is made with Brennan's Cellars Amber Beer. The packaging looks like an inviting bottle of wine, but if you close your eyes and try real hard, you can almost taste the beer. Almost. You mostly taste chili de Arbol powder and savory brittle.
I can not stop eating this stuff. First I sampled it with reservation and the idea I'd give it to someone with a palette for spicy snacks. As the days went by, a wayward nibble turned into a small bite, which gate-wayed into way too much.
At first I was trying to wash off the thick dust of chili pepper, even patting the candy dry to get to the sweet, sweet brittle. But after three pieces for breakfast this morning, my dalliance was over.
Initially reminiscent of Guatemalan Insanity Peppers, the Fiery Brittle became more of a Narnian-Arrakis Turkish spice melange. I became hooked.
They tried to make me go to sugar rehab, but I said no, no, no.
*Huber beer was so cheap you could get a case for $3.46, return the bottles for your deposit, $3.46, and buy another case. It wasn't what you'd call "premium" beer. The joke was, it contained so little alcohol that prisoners on work release could drink it and return to jail sober.

14 comments:

jodi said...

actually...it sounds good. And looks good. Mmm....

...almost made me forget why I was here. TAG! You're it, (the trouble with romance writers is goofy games, and I almost want to sing Spongebob's goofy goobers...). Seven odd facts about yourself...

:)

Jeanna said...

I think the brittle is the devil's food. They should call it Favre Food.
Will do the Odd Facts in the Comments:

"Jeanna" isn't my real name. My uncle named me "Gina" because he thought I should have an Italian (not a French) name. So it stuck, but the spelling changed.

My Irish great grandmother had seven husbands.

When I was a kid I didn't have enough dolls, so I named and created back stories for the balls on our pool table.

I laughed so hard playing a game of "Twister" in grade school once, that when we all fell down, I peed on a few people and blamed it on the Italian girl who smelled like olive oil.

My hair is so curly that I ironed it in high school. Then reset it, then used a curling iron to make it straighter.

I used to feed green licorice to Aunt Flossie's parakeet.

My sister and I are terrified of squirrels.

C said...

Wow! That sounds interesting! Oh, and chocolate beer???

I'm not sure how I feel about spicy candies. I'm trying to figure out if I'm in favor or not. Some of my Mexican students gave me some Mexican candy. It looked like a fruit roll-up and tasted fruity yet spicy. It had chili as the spicy accent. I don't know if I like it or not. I guess I have to let my taste buds and brain accept the fact that not all candies need to be sweet and that there's room for spice! LOL!

LOL @ your Odd Facts! You are too funny!

Jeanna said...

For some reason I thought Brennan's would have chocolate beer. I didn't like the hot brittle at first, but the stuff is insidious. I'd watch out for that Mexican candy, and I think it means they like you, they really like you.
Note on the pee party during "Twister," it was a game called "Dr. Twist" (far worse) on the back playground for all to see, including a few neighborhood dogs who probably thought, "Now that's how you do it."

jodi said...

omg!! You gave some "balls" backstory??? I love your facts, see? EVERYone has a bathroom story...

Jeanna said...

It wasn't easy to get in on a game of Dr. Twist after that I tell ya. Doesn't every ball have a backstory?

Cakespy said...

This does look good! I bet the salty savoriness makes it hard to stop eating. Yum. Love the facts too. Did she have all seven husbands at once?

Uncivil said...

You're scared of a frikkin' little squirrel?
Are you scared they're going to steal your nuts or show you you theirs?

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Jeanna said...

Okay you, thanks for showing me that right before I'm going to bed. Those damn squirrels would scamper, and by scamper I mean march like Hitler youth, from the roof over our bedroom to the back porch day and night. After college there were several "incidents" between myself and downtown squirrels. I did, however, develop rodent karma with the red squirrels of La Crosse.

Jeanna said...

Hey cakespy. Thought I saw some King Cake today, but it turned out to be made with Jelly Bellys.
I think Great Grandma did them all separately, but you never know. I used her photo in this article about mattress.

Jeanna said...

Make that matresses and black squirrels. I think. Maybe it was pink squirrels.

Uncivil said...

Say hello to my little friend!

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Uncivil said...

OK. let me try this again since you lost my last comments!

Say hello to my little friend!

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Jeanna said...

Arrrgggghhhhh!