Confessions of a First-Time Homebrewer
The GFA owns up to her dirty secret – she has never brewed her own beer. Until now.
The GFA owns up to her dirty secret – she has never brewed her own beer. Until now.
Somewhere around the third 115 degree day in Arizona’s summer, the GFA remembers that she used to be just a girl from the Northwest.
What’s a traveler to do when the best place to be is her own back yard? Take a day off for a Mileage Run.
What’s that I smell? Must be some home cooking. Giving thanks for the people who have made me feel like family during my travels. And feed me some awesome meals!
The GFA owns up to her dirty secret – she has never brewed her own beer. Until now.
Somewhere around the third 115 degree day in Arizona’s summer, the GFA remembers that she used to be just a girl from the Northwest.
What’s a traveler to do when the best place to be is her own back yard? Take a day off for a Mileage Run.
What’s that I smell? Must be some home cooking. Giving thanks for the people who have made me feel like family during my travels. And feed me some awesome meals!
Four Sundays in the life of the GFA. The life of a traveler can be surreal, but never boring.
My latest story about nanobrewing and collab beers at OHSO Brewery is online at Bite, The Mag. But once again the... fb.me/31c4Fc7vN
Such a clever idea pushed just a little too far to the absurd. Yeah - that's Portland sometimes. fb.me/Nb3nSmSE
Toasty outside and roasty inside. Love the smell of fresh cooked beans in the morning and on Saturday… instagram.com/p/ZYSW5CMak5/
Strange fact: My mom's family name is Bock. Which makes me think I should start brewing my own gfa line of this... fb.me/xRzYoIPR
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