Stout beer popsicles
- 22oz of 18th Street's Hunter Chili Double Milk Stout
- 1 1/2 cups cashews (soaked)
- 2 Tablespoons cocoa powder
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 1 teaspoon cinnamon
- pinch of cayenne pepper
- Popsicle mold
- Popsicle sticks and straws (if you aren't using the sticks your mold came with)
- Combine the 1 1/2 cups soaked cashews with 2 Tablespoons cocoa powder, 1 teaspoon vanilla extract, 1 teaspoon cinnamon, and pinch of cayenne pepper. Taste and adjust to your liking.
- Fill each popsicle mold about a third of the way with beer.
- Add 2-3 Tablespoons of the chocolate cashew mixture to each mold. If there is room left, fill it with beer.
- Freeze. 5 hours was safe for this stout (8.5% ABV).
- Optional: melt chocolate and drizzle over the top.
America = beer + popsicles + dads
It's okay. You can say it. This is the best idea ever. I'm actually a little concerned that I've now peaked at 25.
These popsicles were made with 18th Street's Hunter Chili Pepper Double Milk Stout. Brewed with chili peppers and cinnamon, this gave me a great base for a Mexican hot chocolate flavor profile. I topped mine with some melted chocolate.
Here's the best part though. You can use ANY beer you like and you can make ANY flavor profile you like, including beer only. If you don't like stout beer, you aren't going to like the recipe above. Perhaps you aren't even a craft beer drinker. Say you prefer Blue Moon. Well, you can follow the guidelines, too! Maybe make an orange cream. Not trying to avoid dairy? Make that orange cream with some vanilla ice cream. I mean, the possibilities are really endless.
Nothing screams America like summer weather, beer, and popsicles. That might be the most patriotic thing I've ever said. So, here I am, on a hot summer day, Father's Day to be precise, trying to quickly take photos of melting beer popsicles. I'm thinking about my dad, which means I'm thinking about politics, and America.
My dad cultivated my passion for politics. So, before we go anywhere I should tell you that today's post is political. If you're sick of politics, you should probably just head to your kitchen to freeze some beer. Don't say I didn't warn you.
When you've got two die-hard, pro-union, middle class Democrats in the same room, you wouldn't think there'd be much to disagree on. Oh, how wrong you are. Throughout our heated discussions I have realized that our generational gap polarizes our identies as democrats. He's a party-loyalist, I'm not. He's concerned about social security, I know that shit will be long gone by the time I'm 60.
I'm a Bernie supporter. Yes, I will still vote. No, I don't like my options. There's been quite the internal conflict brewing as I despartely and unsuccessfully try to come to terms with the fact that I have to vote for Hillary Clinton. I already don't like establishment politics and now I have to vote for them. Donald Trump isn't the establishment, you say? Yes, that's true. Considering everything that Donald Trump stands for, is sending a message that we're over establishment politics worth it? I don't believe it is.
Hillary Clinton likes to tell us that the Sanders and Clinton campaigns have in more common then not. Sure, I get where she is coming from. Yet, she has refused to acknowledge what makes them different. She stands for establishment politics. For my generation, this is the same establishment that taught us that corporations are people, that we don't need to know what's in our food, and has been unofficially suppressing the vote since 2000 and officially since 2013.
I want the political revolution and I want it now. But, it isn't going to work like that. We need time to get our shit together anyway. To strategize and organize and find leaders. A few more years of establishment polictics isn't going to kill us (well, arguably) and a few more years of establishment politics will get our parents what they deserve and what they've worked hard for: their social security.
I said I've never say this and I suppose this is why you should never say never. I have decided that "I'm with her". I'm with her not for what I want or believe in. Instead, I am with her for other people. For the baby-booming democrats like my dad. A man who himself once stood against the establishment in protest rallies across the country. He even found himself featured in the newspaper when he took a trip to Washington D.C. to fight for the working man and his union. (Damn it I wish had a copy of the newspaper for this post!)
My dad taught me that if you want something you've gotta earn it. We haven't earned a political revolution yet. So in the meantime, I will lay my internal conflict to rest. Happy Father's Day, Dad. I love you.
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