What Meatloaf and Beer Have Taught me about Audiophiles


Recently in life and online I've had some curious observations about human behavior I thought I'd share.   To begin with, I have recently discovered that a surprising number of My Fellow Americans do not like meatloaf.   As a meatloaf maker and meatloaf cognoscenti I was absolutely astonished at this.  Some people who otherwise like burgers and the like hate meatloaf.  

If you make meatloaf and love it your immediate reaction to this is "but you haven't tried _my_ meatloaf."  That's our natural knee jerk reaction because we just can't imagine.  Related to this I have a bartender.  We'll call him Calhoun because his name is Calhoun.  An otherwise respectable fellow who knows beer and tequila better than most.   I would go in to see what the latest rotation of Indian Pale Ales were.  About once a month they'd get some new "dessert beer."  That is a brew made to taste like a sweet food substance.  The least offensive of which were peanut butter and the worst strawberry shortcake beer.  Calhoun would proceed to push me to sample these unholy abominations every time he could. 

Of course I'd tell him "I don't like flavored beers." Which was partially a lie as a coffee or espresso flavored beer would probably be divine.. but we digress.

Sometimes he was so adamant that the latest beer flavor was the one that would change my mind I'd go ahead and try them.  Of course, they were invariably disgusting. 

My point to all this is that being on both sides of this argument.  It's really hard to accept that our fellow audiophiles don't like something we feel is sublime and we will push our fancies onto them in the hopes of enriching their lives for the better.   It's hard for us to respect that someone else can love music and the stereos that play it and yet not have found their happy place the same way we have.

By the way, I use the Betty Crocker meatloaf recipe and add a tablespoon of chipotle powder.  Amazing. 

erik_squires

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@erik_squires 👏✨👍😎

Obviously you hit a common nerve that didn't hurt.... Quite the contrary..

Genius

Perfect timing to start the weekend with, besides giving everyone to go off the rails if only for the while.  And the nerve being we're all the same in having more than one preference and expectations as to where 'Absolute Bliss' grinds down to 'That that we take the hose to dissolve It'.
And how big that span can be in us on just audio, beer, food....

A tiny slice of human pie chart.  The bulk of us have never met in person, but we've this vague image of each other that very likely has zilch in real time.

Anyway, Bravo! ...keep 'm coming. ;)

What conditions my systems recognize:

- AVL was a recent beer capital and it's only growing like the fungus in The Last Of Us....The latest is dedicating the South Slope of our downtown to the breweries.  I've no clue if they're ruining what are good to begin with adulterants of nearly anything you'd love or puke from.  I'm one to agree with a party participant back in Houston that "...light beer is a crime against humanity!"  Well put.

- I like black licorice....had some ice cream of that back in Oakland that was from an creamer that did custom short runs for the local swank restaurateurs...
Mary's would always run a 5 gal. test that ended up in the storefront.  Once was treated to a malt that ran the max butterfat.
I gained a pound, I swear.
Peter was a wiry guy who always was dressed in lederhosen....YES, always.
I was in the shop when a couple w/2 kids came in and asked for Rocky Road.
The momentary silence was electric.
Peter briskly told them that " we don't trifle with rocky road, but I'm sure the Dreyer's down and across the street will please you.  Good Day."
( The way they left the store was as if they were told to go to hell in a very firm delivery of condemnation without malice. )  

- Spouse Evelyn makes a beef/turkey/pork meatloaf that's better than my mothers'.
Mom was a NB farm girl from a brood of 12...granddad's organ apparently didn't have any stops...worked minor miracles in the dinky ass kitchen I grew up in.
Made peanut butter cookies with bacon grease (Yes...chunk less, but...) that I could trade at parochial school for nearly anything a child could...
Addictive....took awhile to retune to what a 'normal' PB cookie is...

Ev's is killer.
Recipe only if you're serious, PM.
 

Of course you are...   Have an excellent weekend, J