Here it is—my favorite beer, and the only one D and I can agree upon. It is only sold in the state of Wisconsin, and if I want any, I have to go there to get it.

But, in the wake of stabbing abdominal pain and intermittent, incapacitating nausea, the doctor has tested me for celiac. In the meantime, I’m on a (hopefully) temporary entirely gluten-free diet. I have never been more sad that I now feel better.

God damn it—I LIKE WHEAT A LOT. Many of the best (food) things in life have wheat. Pancakes, muffins, cakes, cupcakes, tortillas, almost every kind of cereal made, vegan carob chips, the good pastas, and beer.

This bottle is staying in the fridge until I have a definitive answer.