I just learned that the word for astronomy in Dutch is sterrenkunde. Which is rather charming. ( ~ star knowledge)
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I like more weizen than rasberry, but I do want to try it sometime.
It's definitely not shy about its raspberry flavor, although not to framboise extremes, but it's also nice and dry considering it's raspberry, and not at all perfumey the way I find some fruit beers.
Stout doesn't really smell like beer, though. Coffee/chocolatish overtones, actually.
If I can handle the political implications of drinking black and tans, I think I'll manage to deal with the ice cream.
(Though I don't often, after I noticed that I generally got half way through one and going "want more stout!" Now I just cut out the middle man, so to speak.)
Hell, even root beer mixed with ice cream seems wronger than a wrong thing to me.
Root beer floats are among the best things ever invented.
Amy's Ice Cream here in Austin occasionally sells Cream Stout ice cream, which is decent, but not as good as one would hope.
Nothing to see here. Nope. Just another one of the whole sick crew....
Freakin' Barbarians.
Karamel Sutra is my current favorite Ben & Jerry's flavor.
wrodon the float love, dx. I guess I would try the beerish ice cream, being an ice cream slut. Can't picture, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't like it, right?
Root beer floats are among the best things ever invented.
::senses JZ renewing her subscription as DXM's Secret Girlfriend::
I knew there was a reason DX was my favorite.
I do remember one character in Steinbeck's Cannery Row, or possibly Sweet Thursday, attempting to make a beer milkshake and being appalled with the results, but somehow stout has a whole different vibe.
ION, there's a lunchtime meeting in the conference room across the hall, and they are flaunting their chocolate cake-having. Little individual slices that the attendees brought from somebody's office in another building, so there won't even be any leftovers afterward. Oooh, I hate them.