Day 241 - Saturday 26 August - Beers, Margaritas, Mexican and Madness

Day 241

Saturday

26 August 2017 –

Bonogin – Capalaba

I managed to sleep in to just after 7 and then read my book before we finally made a move and began our day.  We put the washing through and proceeded to be a bit lazy. We finally met “Uncle Anthony”, Kirsty’s uncle who is up from Melbourne helping out on the property for a few weeks.  He seems like a really nice bloke.

We chatted to Kirsty and Scott, as they spent the morning sorting the horses before heading on to Kirra to collect Paul’s car and at 11am, we were finally ready to head on to Brisbane, well that was the plan, but didn’t quite turn out that way.

We had been invited to check out Bacchus Brewing by the owner and brewer, so we were heading to the venue 20min south east of the capital. It took us about an hour to drive to the venue in an industrial estate and then make ourselves known. Paul was set up with a tasting paddle and began his work, before Ross came out and joined us and that is when it got messy.

Bacchus is an award-winning brewery; they are the only brewery to win GABS twice in Melbourne, along with a win in Sydney and NZ.  It soon became apparent, after trying the entry-level beers and getting into the specialities and heavier beers that they were on to something.

They make beers labelled; snickers, jam donut, salted caramel, peanut brittle and it really was just that. The aromas of the beers were just incredible and apparently the taste was just as marvellous. Paul’s face as he tried these beers was priceless and they just kept coming. By the time he had tried 23 beers, he was ready to be poured into the car. We figured we better eat a couple of the pizzas to soak up the alcohol, before making our move, it was now 3pm. We weren’t getting to Brisbane.

I took the keys, set the GPS and began our drive towards home. We made a stop at BCF for chemical loo stuff and then went the round about way to find a shop to pick up our required ingredients for our Margarita and Mexican night we had promised Scott and Kirsty.

With fuel added to the car, I was finally on the home stretch with a sleeping husband. We arrived home just after 5pm and were met by Scott. I grabbed the bags of things we needed and commandeered the kitchen, starting on the guacamole dip as Scott got the margaritas happening. It was great to be hanging out and cooking and pretending to be adults.

I continued with the chilli con queso dip and the tacos, Scott checked on his slow cooked paw paw pork, Kirsty helped cut up some of the bits for the taco and it slowly came together. We sat outside with the candlelight and the fire crackling, enjoying the feast, drinks and great company. It was a fabulous evening.

Of course the drinks kept flowing, the music was on and we were singing with gusto. Kirsty called it first, how she was able to ignore us and our singing was beyond me, but we didn’t continue on for too much longer and at 11am we were finally crawling into bed.