#Kölch

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Sünner Kölsch #kölnwein #kölnwein2018 #kölch #sünnerkölch #bira #bier #beer #cologne #köln (Brauhaus Sünner im Walfisch)

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#sketchaday 11 just in time! Dj #kölch playing scribbly bark watercolour no lines

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ADJUNCT LOVERS by Liz Crowe: Release Spotlight, Excerpt & Giveaway

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When Ross and Elisa open their new business in Detroit, they believe they’ve embarked on a dream life, complete with their beloved, precocious daughter. But owning and running a restaurant is not for the faint of heart, and Elle quickly becomes laser-focused and obsessed, while Ross spends his days consulting, or concocting new beers on his pilot system—and wondering why she won’t agree to set a date for their wedding. When their restaurant—named “Komfort” for its focus on the comfort foods of various cultures—is featured on a nationally televised tour of hot new eateries, its popularity shoots into the stratosphere, and Elle’s stress level reaches a breaking point.

Faced with a mutual inability to communicate beyond their robust sex life, Ross issues an ill-considered ultimatum: the restaurant or him. Stunned when she refuses to consider such a ridiculous demand, he’s forced to come to terms with his own selfish tendencies. Hoping to repair the damage he’s done, he concocts a new beer inspired by her, using a recipe for a classic German-style Kölch. He crafts the final product using a special ingredient designed to catch Elle’s attention. It does. But not necessarily the way he’d planned.

“Adjunct Lovers” fills in the story begun in LIGHTSTRUCK, and provides a closer look at Ross’s and Elle’s complex personalities as they make their sexy way toward happily ever after—with the help of a very special brew.

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  Excerpt

(Rated R for language)

“Thank you,” she said. “I appreciate it that you came when we called.” He raised an eyebrow at her, as if expecting more than this dry, generic declaration. She kept her fingertips dug into his arm, clinging to him as figuratively as she was literally. “I…I love you.”

“I know that, Elisa.” He plucked her hand off his arm. She let it fall to her side. “But I don’t quite get where we stand right now.”

She dropped her gaze, wrung her fingers, then let a rush of ill-conceived anger speak before she could edit herself. He’d spoken in English but she let fly in their native tongue. “Where we stand? Where we stand is here, together.” She gestured upward to the building’s original art-deco marquee they’d kept as their sign, putting up a different message every week, as if it were still a theater. “This was your fucking idea, Hoffman. You wanted it and you helped make it happen. But now, you have got to stop making me feel guilty for running it, for managing it, for trying to make it as successful as…as…as you are. You with your fancy consulting jobs, overpriced pilot systems and fucking dangerous motorcycles.”

His eyes narrowed.

Elle was suddenly hyper aware that they were causing a scene. Her face flushed hot but her hands and feet stayed ice cold. Another symptom of her pregnancy, she knew. But that was not something she wanted to share with him, not yet. “A motorcycle that cost how much? How much did you pay for that deathtrap, hmm? Mister ‘I’m German and we’re savers?’ Jesus, Ross, I don’t even know when this place will turn a real profit. I mean, it’s getting better but…I…I’m terrified. Every day I’m afraid we made the most horrible mistake ever using your money, our friends’ money. Oh Christ.” She put her hands over her face, mortified that she’d been yelling at him in German while the staff pretended not to notice.

Part of her wished, hoped, prayed that he’d take her in his arms and assure her that it hadn’t been a stupid mistake. That she’d make it work, he knew it. That he’d never have put his own money into it if he thought any different. That she, he, they would be fine.

But when she dropped her hands, he hadn’t moved an inch. His eyes were sharp and his face flushed with what she knew damn good and well was rage. Her own barely concealed fury rose to meet it.

“Do you honestly think,” he began, using German this time, his voice low and dangerous-sounding. “That I would have given up that much of my savings, that I would have gone to Austin and Evelyn on your behalf, that I would have spent a year playing Mister Mom for our child if I didn’t believe that you would make this work?”

She sucked in a breath. Something her grandmother had said to her once, about how men show affection, rose in her roiling brain.

‘Our men, they’re strong, like oxen. They’re stubborn, like mules. They’re responsible, like elephants. They are fighters, not lovers. Don’t ever confuse yourself into thinking otherwise. They’ll prove their love to you through their acts, the things they do to support you and your family. But they will rarely show affection. Forcing one to do so will make him retreat from you and withhold the love he has for you until you leave him be and let him show it the way he feels is best.’

She’d never once in her life ever recalled that, until this moment, standing on the busy sidewalk, staring at her own stubborn, strong, responsible, loving German. She reached for him but he backed away, holding up his hands. Retreating and withholding, just like her old-fashioned Oma had warned her that he would.

Of course, her Ross was affectionate. He had no qualms about kissing her, holding her hand, showing his love for her in public or private. But he was, in his genes, a good German man, even if he’d been raised like a spoiled American. “I’m disappointed in you, Elisa. And I’m hurt that you’d think for one god damned second that I didn’t support you in this.” He parroted her wave, indicating the sign over their heads. “Now, I need to go get our daughter and take her out for the day. You know, the way I always fucking do every god damned weekend of our lives while you’re here, living your dream and running your restaurant.” He paused and put his hands on his hips.

“But…” She started after him, hating herself and formulating her apology, combined with agreement that they should set a wedding date, considering her condition. When he turned again, he almost ran right over her.

“And one more thing. I bought my motorcycle with money we agreed I could use for it. Same goes for my motherfucking pilot system. So I will thank you not to act like I hauled off and spent the bloody rent money on it and left you without a fridge full of food or our child without clothes on her back.”

He stared down at her, but she met his gaze, unintimidated, unafraid. She reached for his hand, ready to beg his forgiveness, but he yanked it away from her. “I’m not in the mood, Elisa. Go on. Run your precious Komfort. I’ll take care of everything else.”

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  About Liz Crowe

Amazon best-selling author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse. Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). More recently she is garnering even more fans across genres with her latest novels, which are more character-driven fiction, while remaining very much “real life.”

With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.

Don’t ever ask her for anything “like a Budweiser” or risk bodily injury.

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ADJUNCT LOVERS by Liz Crowe: Release Spotlight, Excerpt & Giveaway was originally published on The Sassy Bookster

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Ordnung auf dem Viehmarkt schaffen? Darum ging es Christian Carl August Albrecht im Jahr 1802. Der regierende Graf zu Erbach und Herr zu Breuberg erließ in diesem Jahr eine „Viehmarkts-Ordnung für Beerfelden, Amts Freienstein, auf gnädigsten Befehl durch den Druck bekannt gemacht“. Der geschah aber erst 1806.

Was vor über 200 Jahren in zehn dürre Seiten mit 50 Punkten gepresst wurde und heute noch als Kopie bei der Tourist-Info einsehbar ist, hat heutzutage für den kommenden Pferdemarkt natürlich einen ganz anderen Umfang und wird von der Stadtverwaltung mit viel Vorarbeit gestemmt. Das große Volksfest in Oberzent findet in diesem Jahr vom 12. bis 15. Juli statt.

Die Abschrift wurde vom Heimat- und Geschichtsverein Oberzent zur 200. Wiederkehr des Erlasses 2002 als kleine Broschüre aufgelegt. Kurt Siefert schreibt in seiner Vorbemerkung, dass Beerfelden seit 1328 Stadtrechte hatte. Für den Ort als bedeutender Mittelpunkt einer rein landwirtschaftlich geprägten Region „waren Märkte für Nutztiere naturgemäß von besonderer Bedeutung“.

Deshalb, so Siefert, gab es über die Jahrhundert hinweg auch immer wieder Viehmärkte. Ende des 18. Jahrhunderts herrschten aber unruhige Zeiten. Erst waren die Auswirkungen der Französischen Revolution über Europa hinweggefegt, danach kamen die Napoleonischen Kriege. In dieser Zeiten verloren scheinbar die Märkte an Bedeutung und mussten die Regularien der neuen Gesetzeslage angepasst werden, vermutet er.

Christian Carl August Albrecht regulierte bei dieser Gelegenheit nicht nur den Handel auf den Märkten, sondern gab auch dem Viehhandel verbindliche Regeln. Der Graf war 1802 bereits acht Jahre in Amt und Würden. Seit 1794 hatte er, als Major der Kavallerie in preußischem Dienst, nach diesem Vorbild die Verwaltung der Grafschaft modernisiert und neue Gesetze eingeführt.

„Auch diese neue Viehmarktsordnung trägt deutlich seine Handschrift“, schreibt Siefert. Nachfolger der alten Märkte ist der heutige Pferdemarkt, der 1901 wieder eingeführt wurde und sich jetzt zum 119. Mal jährt. Wer aus dem Amt Freienstein sein „selbst gezogenen Vieh“ auf den Markt trieb, war quasi privilegiert. Denn der Rest musste sich mit „Obrigkeitlichen gesiegelten Gesundheits-Pässen und Attestaten“ versehen.

Der Graf wollte außerdem wissen, was umgesetzt wird, um so einen Teil davon einzukassieren. „Alle sowohl auf den Viehmarktstag als den Tag vorhero in hiesigem Amte geschlossene Viehehändel müssen bei Amte zu Protokoll angezeigt werden, bei Strafe und Verlust der Wehrschaft.“ Ein dem „Kaufprätio“ gemäßes Standgeld und eine Protokolliergebühr sind von beiden Seiten zu entrichten. Wer beim Verkauf leer ausging, musste logischerweise auch nicht bezahlen.

Eine Art Garantie gab’s auch: Die wurde „gewehret“, und zwar bei Rindvieh für vier Wochen und einen Tag, „für die Faulung fallende Krankheit, das schwindelhörnige oder Umgänger, der Kathar oder Kölch, das Blutharnen bei den Kühen, der Krebsbacken“. In den folgenden Absätzen der Marktordnung wird in allen Details behandelt, in welchen Fällen und bis zu welchen Zeiten ein Regress möglich ist und inwieweit der Verkäufer haftbar gemacht werden kann.

Die Gewährleistung nimmt mindestens die Hälfte der 50 Paragrafen ein. Scheinbar führten Unklarheiten darüber oft zu „Händel“ beim Handel.  Wenn der Beklagte einheimisch ist, dann muss er sofort antanzen, ist er auswärtig, dann wird er per „requisoriales vorcitiret“ herbeizitiert. Erscheint der Betreffende nicht, darf ihn der Käufer bei seiner Obrigkeit „oder auf jedem anderen Markt im Antreffungsfall belangen.“

Info: Der Beerfelder Pferde-, Fohlen- und Zuchtviehmarkt findet vom 12. bis 15. Juli statt. Die Kombination aus Reitsport, Jahrmarkt und einer vielseitigen Tierschau verleiht ihm einen besonderen Status. Weitere Informationen bei der Stadtverwaltung Oberzent unter Telefon 06068/7590900 oder auf http://www.beerfelder-pferdemarkt.de.

Damit es beim Handel keinen Händel gibt Ordnung auf dem Viehmarkt schaffen? Darum ging es Christian Carl August Albrecht im Jahr 1802. Der regierende Graf zu Erbach und Herr zu Breuberg erließ in diesem Jahr eine „Viehmarkts-Ordnung für Beerfelden, Amts Freienstein, auf gnädigsten Befehl durch den Druck bekannt gemacht“.

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Alt: A Great Alternative To Your Everyday Ale #BrewedAwakening There are many classic styles of beer out there, some that are household names, and others quite obscure, even though they may be a household name in the city/region of their origin. One such beer is the dark ale known as Altbier, which comes from the area around and including Düsseldorf in Northwest Germany. Alt, like its cousin Kölch from Köln, is a German ale. Germany is known more for its lage #tastdIQ #InsideQ #quenchmagazine

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Tasty Release Blast With Raffle For Adjunct Lovers: A Brewing Passions Novella by Liz Crowe

A brew that brings two lovers full circle.

When Ross and Elisa open their new business in Detroit, they believe they’ve embarked on a dream life, complete with their beloved, precocious daughter. But owning and running a restaurant is not for the faint of heart, and Elle quickly becomes laser-focused and obsessed, while Ross spends his days consulting, or concocting new beers on his pilot system—and wondering why she won’t agree to set a date for their wedding. When their restaurant—named “Komfort” for its focus on the comfort foods of various cultures—is featured on a nationally televised tour of hot new eateries, its popularity shoots into the stratosphere, and Elle’s stress level reaches a breaking point.

Faced with a mutual inability to communicate beyond their robust sex life, Ross issues an ill-considered ultimatum: the restaurant or him. Stunned when she refuses to consider such a ridiculous demand, he’s forced to come to terms with his own selfish tendencies. Hoping to repair the damage he’s done, he concocts a new beer inspired by her, using a recipe for a classic German-style Kölch. He crafts the final product using a special ingredient designed to catch Elle’s attention. It does. But not necessarily the way he’d planned.

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Irmãos de Kölch ... em Piri ....

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Bu kilit altına alınan aşklar yakında köprüyü yıkacaklar😂 #kölnergram #kölnerdom #travelgram #travelblog #gezilist #turkaylageziyorum #kölch (Kölner Dom)

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What better way to epend the free hours during our annual company retreat, than tasting some beers here and there?

I would like to give thanks to the guys of Cerveza Antares, for the wonderful time I had on their brew-pub in Bariloche, Argentina! Great ambiance, awesome food and the brews I tried were incredible! 

Next time I’m in Argentina, I’m gonna go visit their factory and do the tour!

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Немецкие колбаски, тушеная капустка и кельч. Традиционный ужин в стиле Кельна. #К��льн #Германия #Кельч #колбаски и #сосиски #germany #Köln #Kölch #beer #wurst (at Brauhaus Sion)

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#germany #igersgermany #food #instafood #pornofood #bier #kölch #picoftheday #instatrip #instatravel #köln (at Früh Kölsch)

[quenchmagazine]

Alt: A Great Alternative To Your Everyday Ale #BrewedAwakening

There are many classic styles of beer out there, some that are household names, and others quite obscure, even though they may be a household name in the city/region of their origin. One such beer is the dark ale known as Altbier, which comes from the area around and including Düsseldorf in Northwest Germany. Alt, like its cousin Kölch from Köln, is a German ale. Germany is known more for its…