There was a wedding a few weeks back, which gave rise to that proud and noble institution, the bridale or wedding-ale.
As the tale goes in that great Finnish epic 'The Kalevala', the bridale must be brewed before the wedding feast - (Chapter 20, Slaughtering an Ox and Brewing), so at the beginning of August, our last brew of Inkie Pinkie for this summer was decreed as the Bridale for your humble correspondent's wedding to the Lovely Lady Arlene.
On the Day Itself, There was The Exchange of Vows, The Cutting of The Cakes (Dundee Cake on the flashing cake-stand and a Chocolate Sponge for the youngsters) and perhaps the most vital ceremony of all, since there is brewing in the blood - The Tapping of The Cask, complete with tap-bearing bride and mallet-wielding groom being marched around the hall by the Pipe-Major before the happy deed was done.
With a certain ivory dress in close proximity it's a good thing I've had plenty of experience at putting in cask taps...
With a certain ivory dress in close proximity it's a good thing I've had plenty of experience at putting in cask taps...
A Bonnie Bride, a Delicious Bridale and a Great Cèilidh!
Slàinte
Ken
