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Well, she was an American girl We come on the ship they call the Mayflower A couple of days ago, Stephen Beaumont spotted a few kids on his lawn and wandered outside, holding a goblet hand blown in Belgium. He chased those rascals off, yelling: “It’s NOT Belgian or Even Belgian-Style. It’s NOT Belgian or Even Belgian-Style. It’s NOT Belgian or Even Belgian-Style.” He then proceeded to quote something he wrote on Facebook.<\/a><\/p>\n After my personal d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu moment passed (on Sunday I sent this text message to a homebrewer, “You mean an American beer fermented with a Belgian-sourced yeast.”) I got to thinking about how much sense it would be to replace Belgian and Belgium in this sentence:<\/p>\n “Belgian beer is beer that is brewed and fermented in Belgium. Period.”<\/p>\n German beer is beer that is brewed and fermented in Germany. Period. That does not leave me feeling satisfied. Just to be clear, I’m not arguing that Mr. Beaumont was wrong. I would have chased those rowdy kids off my lawn, too. But I’m left thinking there’s more to what makes a beer Belgian or Polish or Floridian than if it qualifies for a passport by birthright.<\/p>\n Certainly what it means to be an American<\/em> beer these days. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Well, she was an American girl Raised on promises She couldn’t help thinkin’ That there was a little more to life somewhere else – From American Girl by Tom Petty We come on the ship they call the Mayflower We come on the ship that sailed the moon We come in the age’s most uncertain … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[292],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12730","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-musing"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4wTn-3jk","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/appellationbeer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12730","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/appellationbeer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/appellationbeer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/appellationbeer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/appellationbeer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12730"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/appellationbeer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12730\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12733,"href":"https:\/\/appellationbeer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12730\/revisions\/12733"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/appellationbeer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12730"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/appellationbeer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12730"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/appellationbeer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12730"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nRaised on promises
\nShe couldn’t help thinkin’
\nThat there was a little more to life somewhere else<\/em>
\n – From American Girl<\/em> by Tom Petty<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nWe come on the ship that sailed the moon
\nWe come in the age’s most uncertain hour
\nand sing an American tune
\nBut it’s all right, it’s all right<\/em>
\n – From American Tune<\/em> by Paul Simon<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nAmerican beer is beer that is brewed and fermented in America. Period.
\nKansas City beer is beer that is brewed and fermented in Kansas City. Period.<\/p>\n