Message in a Beer Bottle

Every month my esteemed colleague, Saint, creates a blog calendar for us so we can keep track of what is being posted when. What is great about this labor of love is that she takes the time to find out interesting facts about each day of the month. Look at what we got out of Backwards Day with Goddess’s most recent post!

Naturally, the obvious choice for a post today would be to talk about Groundhog Day and how we often feel that our wheels are spinning as we forge ahead scraping for the next leap in development. Same supplements . . . day after day. Same routine. Over and over and over again. But NO, I am not going to do that! Because guess what? Today is the anniversary of the bottle cap being patented! That’s right, on February 2, 1892, William Painter patented the first crown cork bottle cap.  It is almost the same cap that you will find on your beer bottle today.

See, here’s the thing. I love beer. Always have. Always will. There are just some occasions that call for a cold one, and no other beverage will do. A day at the ball park cheering on your favorite team screams for it. A night out at a show listening to a great band demands it. A bad night in autism land sometimes begs for it!

I have family members who live in Vermont, and long before you could find it in every Giant grocery store in Virginia, I knew about Magic Hat beer. It’s a decent craft beer, and they get pretty creative with their seasonal brews. But there is something else about Magic Hat that I love. Each and every beer is a delicious, grown-up fortune cookie. Their bottle caps have little pearls of wisdom or tiny bits of advice underneath. Let’s face it . . . with kids on special diets, we aren’t running over to the Panda Delight for the traditional gluten-filled cookies of our youth, are we? Thanks to Magic Hat, we can have our fortune cookie and drink it too!

Sometimes the caps offer wisdom and existential decision-making help:

At times you may get a public service announcement:

Often you will get useful information or advice you never knew you needed:

Sometimes you will flat out get the truth:

I swear when they printed this particular cap they were channeling a kid coming off dairy:

One night after an unusually bad day, during a particularly rough week, my husband and I flopped down onto the sofa after getting the kids into bed. Our son was having a major yeast flare. You know what I’m talking about. The jumping, the giggling . . . maniacal laughing even, the floppiness, the inability to focus, scripting, the works. Our kid was a disaster. Time to up the yeast fighters.

“I hate yeast! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it,” I lamented to my husband. This was certainly not the first time I had uttered these words.

Jon, because he didn’t even need to ask, went to get us a beer. I called in to him, “Hey! What does my cap say?”

Silence.

Jon walked back in with this strange look on his face and just said, “I don’t even know if you want to see this,” and handed me my beer with the cap waiting for me on top of the bottle.

Behold the power indeed.

Cheers!

~ Sunshine ☼

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Enjoying a Sunshine Pils at Troegs Brewing Co! ☼