I know, unexpected. But I do love a good beer. It's the husband's fault. When we lived in Chapel Hill, he would take me to every local brewery and we would sit there until I figured out which one I liked. Of course I love a good red wine, a fancy cocktail, and the night cap glass of champagne, but there is something about sitting on the front porch after a long day and sharing a beer with him that makes me love it even more.