My distaste for hefeweizens is not something I am shy about. Considering that recently I have decided to cut my beer consumption down to a single night a week or less, I am left with some odd duck beers in the back of the refrigerator.
For some people, this might mean a few cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon gathering dust behind that jar of pickled jalapenos. In my house it means a bomber of Steel Toe Brewing’s Sommer Vice:
Sure, it’s a hefeweizen. Why would I waste my limited beer drinking bandwidth on a hefeweizen? The answer is that I would not.
However, I have found a higher calling for these witch’s brews of banana and clove esters:
Par boiling brats prior to grilling is a honorable way for a beer to meet its demise.