I’ve been looking for an excuse to fill a gourd with beer for a while.

I love fall. I love the weather, the scratchy wool clothes, and the smell of dead leaves. But mostly I LOVE FALL FOOD AND FALL BEER! Oktoberfest and pumpkin pie? Bring it on I say. I also need absolutly no prompting to attempt stunts that might make a mess. At least 2 of my hospital trips have started out with a “Watch This!” Anyway,  Doug and I made a crazy big Imperial Belgian Pumpkin Ale this year and we conditioned about 15 gallons of it in the biggest pumpkin I could find and still pick up. Someone was pointing out that bigger pumpkins were around, but that someone didn’t have to lift a full pumkin up onto the bar.  ‘nough said about that. After the Big Brew we came back and smacked a firkin tap into the pumpkin and it didn’t break! I gave out glasses to everyone, and setteled into a booth with the Mrs. for a social evening of drinking with friends. The kitchen had a full menu of Killer Pumpkin Food lined up and we had one of everything. I’m still full, but it was worth it. Here’s a photo of me pouring beers from the pumpkin.

here’s the video:

 

I felt like a one armed man in a wall paper hanging comp by the time I made it to bed late that night.