A Tupper Before Supper

Gentle visitors, a time came -- a year or so ago, if memory serves (as it still does, albeit with some prompting) -- when your humble Contributor had nearly despaired of finding his own favorite ale, Tupper's Hop Pocket, again.  It seems that the brewery, under whose authority the Pockets were so carefully stitched, was acquired by a global conglomerate of fermentation, and Dr. & Drs. Tupper -- true artists at heart -- had gathered all of their hops and dreams and taken them elsewhere.   Hence, the space on the shelf where Tuppers had for so long made its happy home was filled with a lesser, dysfunctional draft. 

 Then, on Mardi Gras -- the penultimate of penance amongst the Romish and others -- a wonderful friend handed your humble Contributor a package of this blessed nectar, revealing that it yet flowed, only under new arrangements.  It mattered not that he had given up such libation for Lent: it was enough to know that the bottles awaited on the Paschal feast.

Hence, this evening, your humble Contributor sits on the patio of his temporary lodging, enjoying same beverage in all of its kräusened goodness.  The head is ever genuine; the color ever amber-gold; the nose ever aromatic; the taste ever bitter and gently floral; the result, ever vescent.  One's palate is challenged and rewarded, while one's disposition is mellowed, so much so that the view from the patio -- a parking lot -- now seems a beautiful glade.

The great heat of the day has passed, and, on the horizon, the sun is engaged in a good-natured colloquy with the clouds, in which both shine.  Soon, your humble Contributor will repair to the table to partake of whatever fare the other Householder has prepared this evening.  Then, we will give thanks to God for the small but generous gifts: viz, Tupper & supper.

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An observation and a question.
Observation: Too many beers have satanic images on them these days. I will stick with Leinenkugel and Princes One-Feather

Question. Is abstaining from beer consumption a form of mortification? Or is it just a smart thing to do from time to time