Yay Belgium

True story: I was sitting at the computer last night thinking, "I know I was gonna post about something..." I just remembered that I was going to post about how awesome framboise lambic is.

In addition to being (apparently) an amnesia-inducing agent*, lambic is also one damn fine beer. The makers must be aware of this, as they sealed the bottle with foil AND a non-twistable cap AND a cork, just for good measure. Good thinking -- I don't want the kids guzzling this one like they do all the others.

And on a related note, I need a new corkscrew for my birthday.

*Shouldn't there be a better word for this?

UPDATE: Ben may have found a word -- Lethean. Hmm... Lethean... hot or not?
UPDATED UPDATE: An anonymous tipster has suggested amnestic, which is supported by the Stedman's Medical Dictionary. Thanks for playing, everyone!

Comments

  1. PapiMay 31, 2007 at 10:14 PM

    * How about 'distilled Lotus leaf'.

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  2. SaraJune 1, 2007 at 11:55 AM

    Yum, lambic. Personally, I prefer peche or kriek (kriek especially!) to framboise.

    Did you know you can get non fruity lambics? They taste just like beer, though, so not so good.

    I would have just said memory effacing, myself.

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  3. AnonymousJune 3, 2007 at 1:05 AM

    So, the word you're looking for is "amnestic". Really and truly.

    ReplyDelete
  4. mamacitaJune 3, 2007 at 8:26 AM

    Step forward and claim your prize, anonymous. One gold star for you.

    ReplyDelete

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