Beer Bread!

Thanks Mom for the gift of beer bread! I made my first loaf last night with two small bottles of Miller High Life. After three slices my taste buds were pounding the bar and demanding another round. I practiced self restraint, and told them it was last call.
“You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here,” I said.
“We’re your taste buds! We live here!”  they replied. So I distracted them with yogurt, honey, and grapes. When they asked if they could have more beer bread later, I said what all non-committal people say: “We’ll see.”