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Twas The Homebrewer's Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas,and all through the  house,
Every creature was thirsty, including the mouse...
The steins were empty, and the bottles were too
The beer had been drunk with no time to brew.

My family was nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Christmas Ale foamed in their heads.
Mama in her kerchief lamented the drought,
She craved a Pilsner and I, a Stout.
When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
Sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the kitchen, I flew like a flash,
Opening the door with a loud bang and crash!
I threw on the switch and the lights, all aglow,
Gave a luster of mid-day to the brew-pot below.

 When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
 But Gambrinus himself, the patron of beer.
 With a look in his eye, so lively and quick,
 He said, "You want beer? Well, here, take your pick."

More rapid than eagles, his recipes came
As he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
"Now, Pilsener! Now, Porter! Now, Stout and Now Maerzen!
On Bitter! On Lager! On Bock and On Weizen!"
 "To the top of the bottles, the short and the tall,
 Now brew away, brew away, and fill them all!"

As dried hops before a wild hurricane fly,
And then, without warning, settle down with a sigh,
So towards the brew-pot, the ingredients flew,
Malt extract, roasted barley and crystal malt, too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard it quite plain,
The cracking open of each barley grain.

As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Into the kitchen, he came with a bound.
He was dressed like a knight, from his head to his toes,
With an old family crest adorning his clothes.
A bundle of hops, he had flung on his back,
And the brewing began when he opened his pack.
His hops were so fragrant! His barley, how sweet!
The adjuncts included Munich malt and some wheat.

The malted barley was mashed in the tun,
Then boiled with hops in the brew-pot 'till done.
Excitement had me gnashing my teeth,
As the sweet smell encircled my head like a wreath.
Beer yeast was pitched, both lager and ale,
The wort quickly fermented, not once did it fail.

It was then krausened, or with sugar primed,
And just being bottled when midnight had chimed.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know, I'd be shortly in bed.
He spoke not a word but kept on with his work,
And capped all the bottles, then turned with a jerk.
And laying a finger alongside his nose,
He belched (quite a burp!) before he arose.

Clean-up was easy, with only a whistle,
And away the mess flew, like the down on a thistle.
And I heard him exclaim, 'ere he left me the beer,
"Merry Christmas to all and a HOPPY New Year!"
(From House Black Arrow)

The Undutchables

an observation of the netherlands: its culture and its inhabitants
Version 3.1 -- the third edition (updated)
Colin White & Laurie Boucke
1993-1998, White Boucke Publishing, Lafayette, Colorado
ISBN: 0-9625006-3-1

Page 170-171-172
Tipp(le)ing
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"For those who prefer their sustenance in liquid form and a little stronger dan milk, Dutch bars are also places of intense social discourse and atmosphere. Some are open 24 hours a day, some daytime only, some evenings/nights.

If you drink alone, there is no chance of boredom as most bars provide a monumental display of curiosities and collections on their walls. If the bar has a history, you'll find it on the walls; if the owner has a history, you'll find it on the walls; if its name suggests a theme, you'll find it on the walls; and so on. If you find a bell hanging from a rope, or a rope hanging from a bell, don't ring it, despite possible encouragement from the locals. By doing so, you're agreeing to buy all present a drink of their choice. Be cautious when using the phrase, "Let's have a drink" (borrel or borreltje), as it can easily be interpreted as, "The drinks are on me."

Dutch gin (genever) can blow your head off. Dutch beer (bier; pils) is sweet, tasty and strong. Ordering a beer can be confusing for foreigners who attempt to do so for the first time in Dutch. No matter how you refer to a "beer" in Dutch, the bartender will respond by using a different term. Here, the obsession with diminutives (see Chapter 16) comes into play:

Mag ik een bier?                    (May I have a beer?)
Een biertje?                            (A beer? - lit., A little beer? doesn't refer to size)

Mag ik een pils?                    (May I have a beer?)
Een pilsje?                            (A beer? - lit., A little beer? doesn't refer to size)

For a small glass of beer, use the double diminutive:

Mag ik een kleintje pils?           (a small beer - lit., May I have a small little beer?)
Een kleintje?                            (A small one? does refer to size)

Beer is generally served in small, flower-pot shaped glasses. When poured or pumped into these containers, a considerable amount of froth or "head" develops, which is sliced flush with the rim. The resultant offering often shocks European visitors. Germans laugh at the sawn-off "head" and protest the lack of quantity (as usual) while Brits laugh at the lack of quantity and protest the overabundance of "head". French and Italians just drink it and think romantic thoughts of home, while Americans eye it with pity, demanding,

I'll have a low-cal, low-cholesterol, extra oat-bran, sugar- and salt-free beer with a twist of lemon - and gimmie some diet floss and decafeinated ketchup with that!

Page 189-191 
Rock 'n Roll, etc....
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The drink is the locally-bewed Heineken or Amstel Pilsener beer.
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Page 197-199
The Right Stuff
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Understandably, the Dutch cuisine (see Chapter 17) is not so represented, but another lifeline is: Beer. Usually paraded as "HEINEKEN EXPORT -- brewed in Holland" or the Amstel/Grolsch equivalent, renegade Hollanders will flock to the stuff like iron fillings to a magnet and orgasmically utter:

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Page 215-216
Down-Under Dutch
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Maybe Dutchness ain't so dead in Australia after all!

One thing that will never die is the stubborn adherance to one of the strongest hereditary weaknesses known to clogdom: the rivalry between their best-loved brews -- Heineken and Amstel beers. But here the two have learned the art of samen wonen and live peaceably in sin in beachfront bliss in areas where their patrons are plentiful and well out of sight of their Fosters parent.
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Page 244
Appendix A - A View of the Dutch through the English Language
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Dutch feast: a party where the entertainer gets drunk before his guests 
(The Oxford dictionary, Clarendon press, 1989, Vol. IV, p. 1140-1141.)

Dutch gleek: heavy or excessive drinking.

go Dutch: to have each person pay his own expenses.

 

 

 


 
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