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August 02, 2003

UFO Hefeweizen
Step Away From The Lemon, Frat Boy

Beer of the Night.

Sainted Wife has been the worried owner of a new minivan for just over 30 hours now, a sage Honda Odyssey. No, that doesn't mean that it's wiser than your normal run of minivans. Sage is the color, a greenish gray that the salesman assured us was the most popular thing since cherry red met the Miata.

She's worried that she got taken on the service plan, that we financed it for too long a period, that it already has dirt on it, that Ngnat will spill something in it before the new wears off, or that I will ding it somehow, perhaps by leaning against it in a manner specifically forbidden by the owner's manual, a lean that instantly voids the 7 year, 100,000 mile warranty.

Her role in our relationship is to be the worrier. I'm the one who gets to insist that everything will turn out just fine, no matter how dark the circumstances. Not that our circumstances ever get darker than a few minutes past noon on a cloudless summer day.

Knock wood.

It's not that I don't prepare for the worst. I made sure some of the first few items into the Odyssey were the safety hammer and the smallpox preparedness kit (5 pairs of masks and gloves in a ziplock bag). There are roll up ladders in two rooms on the second floor in the event of a fire, and a pair of hatchets in the bathroom in the event of intruders. (I saw Mel Gibson use something similar in The Patriot, so I consider myself proficient in their use.) The electrical sockets and liquor cabinent are baby proofed, and Ngnat knows exactly what to do in case she sees a snake or shiny black spider.

"I get Daddy."

Time to teach her the home phone number too, I suppose.

It's not that I expect any of the events above to happen, but I'd hate to be unprepared in case a smallpox infected arsonist broke in. In any case, I've always figured that if the worst happened we'd muddle through somehow. Most people have throughout history, else we wouldn't be here. No reason to think we can't muddle just as well.

All I can do is prepare as best I can for whatever eventualities come to mind. Once I've done that, what's the point of worrying? It's pointless, a waste of energy.

Sainted wife, on the other hand, worries for two. I'm not sure, but I suspect she worries extra just to pay off some perceived worry debt, one built up over time by my inability to indulge in the practice.

I'm pretty sure I used to worry about things. At one point I could count on having the "Final Exam in a class I haven't been to all semester" dream at least once a month, and if that's not a symptom of a worried nature, what is it? Now at night I occasionally I check doors locked hours before, or lean in over the kids to make sure they're still breathing, but that's about as far as my paranoia goes.

I suppose I could worry that I have unfairly shifted the burden of familial fear onto the slim shoulders of the Sainted Wife, but I don't know of any mechanism whereby my worrying more will result in her worrying less.

So I'm not going to worry about it.


Hefeweizens originated in southern Germany, and are essentially wheat beers made cloudy by yeast, much of which in modern times is a secondary infusion into the beer once it has been bottled. Most bartenders don't know how to serve it, adding a lemon wedge to the glass after it has been filled, presumably in an attempt to make the beer a little more friendly to the notoriously uneducated American beer palate. I guess they think the acidity of the lemon cuts down on the yeasty taste Hefeweizens are known for.

If you want a lemon that bad, drink tea. Any decent hefeweizen will have banana or vanilla esters that are totally covered up by a lemon wedge. Putting a lemon in a hefeweizen is like putting ice cubes in Scotch. It's done, but only by the unserious and ill-educated. It's like bragging on your Dodge Omni at a car show.

Lest the parrotheads start to shriek, I should point out that lime in a Corona is an entirely different thing.

The UFO is an Americanized version of the German style, using a more neutral strain of yeast in an attempt to develop a cleaner, more lagerlike taste. It's not a bad beer, but it's definitely on the slight side of the ledger when compared to its meatier Teutonic brethren, something most reviewers have picked up on. Most agreed that the brewers hit the clean flavor they were looking for, but....

Thin and lacking for the style. Not a bad summertime choice if nothing else is available
I'm trying to be fair to a beer that didn't have much overall character.
I think there are alot better American Hefeweizens
definitely a bastardized example of a wheat
A fairly light finish and another good session hefe, but not up there with the top ones

It is clean and refreshing, a good beer for a hot day if one wants something a little heftier than a lager, but not much heftier. Definite banana esters, and a nice taste, but if set against a German hefe it would lose every time.

Posted by Bigwig at August 2, 2003 01:01 AM | TrackBack
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Soo, is there a Hefeweizen on the vanilla-y side that you recommend?

Posted by: Russ at August 2, 2003 01:27 AM

Someone once told me that the lemon "activates" the yeast, but that sounds like BS. It's better without.

Posted by: eli at August 2, 2003 12:58 PM

Try the Weihenstephaner Hefe-Weissbier, Russ. I think that was once my absolute favorite beer.

Also, try any of the ones listed here

Posted by: bigwig at August 3, 2003 10:44 PM
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