This is a tough one, folks. I’m about to make a revelation akin to telling a kid Santa Claus isn’t real. I’m not entirely sure how this happened. Did the belt slip on my critical-thinking conveyor? Did an elbow crack somewhere in my everything-considered piping system?
Whatever
the cause, Cold Smoke Beer no longer reigns unchallenged as the absolute king
of post-chore refreshment. There are now moments when I reach, of all things,
for Kirkland coconut water instead of a Cold Smoke.
I
have no explanation. Only evidence.
And
apparently, electrolytes.
A
Cold Smoke and Coconut Water
—Mitchell
Hegman
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