Today I was high, and then a little bit later my Mom came into my room with a fresh baked slice of the beer bread she wanted me to make (but don’t know how and didn’t feel like making it after being up since 7am) so I was like “oh wow, okay got some munchies in my tummy, this’ll taste good regardless.”

Let me slow it down and take you through this adventure,

First, you see this like spongy, biscuity-cornbread type of bread, golden like the Sun shining at noon on a field of wheat.

Then as you go to take a bite, you inhale the flavors of the Sam Adams Boston Lager beer used to construct the height and pouf-size of the bread. 

Next you bite on into that moist sucker and first it tastes like oh yum some buttery biscuits, but then soon after you taste the Sam Adams even stronger and a little more cooked you know because that’s what it was doing.

The cheddar cheese she added to the mix gave a nice subtle cheesy-ness to the mix, and now, are you ready for the banger?

BOOM she put dices Jalapenos from a jar up on in there! PRobably some of the juice too because you could taste a kick throughout the whole piece, and then the actual slices were just slight enough so as not to distract from the texture while adding a little extra kick.

So that was my first bite and I don’t know what the official name is for this Sam Adams-cheesey-jalapeno-beer biscuits is exactly, so that is what I am now going to name them because now I can’t stop eating the loaf and it’s just so bomb.

Moral of the story today folks?::  Sometimes having your parents as your roomies can be very awesome.