Every Fall I have a annual tradition of drinking every pumpkin beer I can get my hands on. Every. Single. One. I have searched far and wide to find new beers, different beers, but they must all be pumpkins. I have drug my husband into this madness, and he is mostly cooperative (he gets sick of it after a while) through the whole experience. Last night we had a solid sampling:
Ok, the Ballast Point was not a pumpkin, but the hubs earned at least one beer of his choice. So tasty!!
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