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A couple of years ago a perfectly innocent typo caused some unexpected merriment for me:

I will probably never live this down. Yesterday morning I posted what I thought was a perfectly normal question and I got some curiously irreverent answers.

Should I stop feeding the birds during our local beer season? I feel bad about letting the birds down. 

It honestly took me several minutes to figure out the problem. 

CORRECTION: Should I stop feeding the birds during our local BEAR season? Gotta love my witty friends, lol.

One friend pointed out, “It’s always beer season!”

All this silliness gave me an idea. I put out a call:

I’m interested in what you would call a signature, quintessential local brew if you were given the naming rights. Don’t limit yourself to Columbia, either. Any part of the county is fair game! 

I got some fabulous answers and, as far as I can tell, I never got around to sharing them here. The topic came up in my Facebook memories this morning. Honestly, my friends are truly witty and I can no longer keep these to myself. So, here goes.

HoCoLocal Brews

People Tree IPA

Kittamakumquat Sour

Rouse Stout

Whiskey Bottoms Up Lager

Ellicott Pils

Oakland Pils

In the Mills Maibock. 

Allview Estates Amber

Tot Lot Draught

Planned Community Spirits

Beery-Weather Post

Chrysalis Key Lime Summer Seasonal

Wilde Lager

Thunder Brew.

OAKland Mills Cider (fermented in Oaken Barrels)

Owen Brown Ale 

Colonel Gateway Cream Ale

Little Patuxent Sour

Lakefront Lager

Get To Know Me Elkridge Ale

Street Name Sass IPA

Mailbox Mingle Mango Wheat

And, for the pièce de resistance, here’s one you can sing!

The Malt in Columbia, 

The Malt in Columbia 

The Malt in Columbia

The Columbia Malt

Now it’s your turn. Do you have any HoCoLocal suggestions? And it doesn’t have to be limited to beer. What about handcrafted artisanal cocktails? What about mocktails and NA brews? 

I await your submissions. 

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