The 4th of July is just around the corner and I just watched the entirety of HBO’s John Adams series. Well, the two combined have me in a Revolutionary War frame of mind. Perfect time to talk about the forgotten fermented beverage of their day. Today I’m going to tip my tri-corner hat to cider.
I thought I’d write about a beer from a brewery relatively new to Pensacola, Blue Point’s Rastafar Rye Ale, and it dawned on me – I know very little about Rastafari faith. That in itself is nothing surprising as most people know little of their own religion much less faith-based belief structures not part of the “big three.” Sikhism, breatharians and Quakers will have to wait for another time… I and I want to know about a man called Haile Selassie.
It’s been called the Shakes, the Horrors, Jazz Hands and, my personal favorite, shaking hands with the invisible man. Delirium Tremens, commonly known as the DTs, is your body’s second-favorite method of letting you know you’ve been very dumb and drank far too much. The body’s first-favorite is the good ol’ fashioned hangover. DTs, however, move far beyond the weekend warrior’s meager headache and bedspins. DTs are a sign that something’s wrong… very wrong.