Yes, I am related to Prout. There is photographic evidence.
I meant no disrespect to the amber nectar. I was just curious as to the method you used to glean from it the dental benefits that you told to your dentist.
I have only one problem with beer. No matter what you do to it or with it, it still tastes like....well....beer!
Not necessarily a bad thing. It's hard to mess up the flavor. However, I understand. It is an acquired taste.
It may help to toss the beer to the back of the throat and "taste" it there. There are fewer, and less discriminating taste buds there.
You have heard it said that beer is liquid bread. It is true. During the height of power of Pharoahnic Egypt, the port city of Alexandria had over sixty breweries shipping beer all over the Meaditerranean. You cannot do that with bread. Bread has to be consumed in the city of its origin.
Beer is a way of preserving the nutritional quality of the grain. Without doubt, the pyramids could not have been built without it.
On the other hand, the walls they were building could have ended up vertical instead.
Can it be overdone? Of course, as anything can. But it is not as harmful as some would believe if it is consumed in moderation along with healthful exercise, like lifting twenty-ton blocks of stone.
This is an excerpt from my poem, "Before There Was Dirt," on my home page.
My plan for building Stonehenge was to make it as a star, With North and South along a line that went so far, And lines to mark the point to which the sun would make its way, In Winter’s slow migration up until the shortest day. Too bad the guy in charge did not see things my way, Or folks would not be looking on, and scratching heads today. But he insisted circular, and folks began the work, My stellar plans were set aside. He was a circle jerk. I left that merry England, and others left there too, It wasn’t all so merry then, too many folks were blue. The pyramids were much more fun, the competition brisk, We raced those stones on up the ramps and didn’t mind the risk. I laugh to think about the thoughts that we used “rays.” Life was so much simpler then, it’s how we filled our days, With building competitions, instead of fighting wars, Why else would we pile up stones, without a trace of doors? We’d clap an arc of wood upon each face of cubic block, And then we’d get it up to go, by pushing up the rock. Then toss a rope around it, and take it for a stroll, Let me tell you, we knew then, just how to rock and roll.