Pumpkin Beer

Psst. I'll let you in on a little secret: Pocahontas was an alcoholic. She met John Smith out at a bar in Plymouth, and he took her home. This was no great feat, however, because as usual, she was banged up on Pumpkin Beer. Three weeks later, when her period came - that was the first Thanksgiving.

But who could blame her? (about the beer, not about John Smith - he looked like a hockey puck with legs) Pumpkin beer is delicious! If it were socially acceptable, I would drink it during sporting events like Gatorade. I would dip bread in it to make Better-Than-French Toast (or French-Canadian Toast, as it is more commonly known). I would make it into frozen cubes to put in all my other beverages... except for milk. That would be crossing the line.

But anyway, it's good. Surprising so, for those of us who generally avoid beers infused with fruit, vegetable, and/or meat. If I were you, I would drink it. And if I were you and you were underage, I would stick a straw into a pumpkin, suck hard, and pretend as if whatever came through the straw also made you happy and fun.