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Maltose Intolerance Is Not Something I Can Tolerate
I already worry about
having enough room in my
fridge for beer.
NEXT TO MY BEER FRIDGE– I have enough concerns in my life; I worry about paying the bills; I worry about getting enough exercise; and I worry about eating healthy enough to ensure that I live long enough to worry about the next day.
What I shouldn’t have to worry about is my beer drinking habits or other issues related to my consumption of beer. Other than worrying if the liquor store is out of my favourite ale, I shouldn’t have to worry about the affects of my (moderate) alcohol consumption.
I’m already aware of the fickle world market and the cost of hops and barley constantly going up (and yeast rising), the environmental concerns about recycling my bottles and cans, and the serious issues of underage drinking (my 10-year-old son and I were discussing this at the pub). I’m aware of the issues with American companies buying Canadian breweries; I know about the labour disputes with delivery drivers and the wage concerns from liquor store retail workers.
Obviously I worry enough about the beer that goes into my belly, so why did someone feel a necessity to go out and invent a medical condition that is relevant to beer drinking? What’s that you say Bob? Medical professionals have come up with something (else) negative to say about drinking beer?!
Maltose intolerance–the inability to properly break down the malt sugars in beer!
What the hell? This is worse than the idea since beer breweres decided to add lime to their lagers.
When I was younger all I ever worried about was whether I had enough beer to last through a long weekend. But over the years I have developed a conscience over my decisions of drinking beer: the calories involved in beer drinking (my waistline reminds me of that every day), the cautions about drinking and driving (far), and the legitimate concern about drinking excessively (thank you permanent felt markers).
Now I have to worry about whether my body will reject beer altogether?
Maltose intolerance. It sounds like something that wives have made up to go along with football phobia so that husbands will spend more time shopping with their spouses on Sundays.
Lactose intolerance was something I could forgive, but maltose intolerance is not something I will tolerate (or lactose intolerance related jokes for that matter). Seriously, this sort of news can drive a person to drink, if they weren’t already drinking when they read this.
I already worry about
having enough room in my
fridge for beer.
NEXT TO MY BEER FRIDGE– I have enough concerns in my life; I worry about paying the bills; I worry about getting enough exercise; and I worry about eating healthy enough to ensure that I live long enough to worry about the next day.
What I shouldn’t have to worry about is my beer drinking habits or other issues related to my consumption of beer. Other than worrying if the liquor store is out of my favourite ale, I shouldn’t have to worry about the affects of my (moderate) alcohol consumption.
I’m already aware of the fickle world market and the cost of hops and barley constantly going up (and yeast rising), the environmental concerns about recycling my bottles and cans, and the serious issues of underage drinking (my 10-year-old son and I were discussing this at the pub). I’m aware of the issues with American companies buying Canadian breweries; I know about the labour disputes with delivery drivers and the wage concerns from liquor store retail workers.
Obviously I worry enough about the beer that goes into my belly, so why did someone feel a necessity to go out and invent a medical condition that is relevant to beer drinking? What’s that you say Bob? Medical professionals have come up with something (else) negative to say about drinking beer?!
Maltose intolerance–the inability to properly break down the malt sugars in beer!
What the hell? This is worse than the idea since beer breweres decided to add lime to their lagers.
When I was younger all I ever worried about was whether I had enough beer to last through a long weekend. But over the years I have developed a conscience over my decisions of drinking beer: the calories involved in beer drinking (my waistline reminds me of that every day), the cautions about drinking and driving (far), and the legitimate concern about drinking excessively (thank you permanent felt markers).
Now I have to worry about whether my body will reject beer altogether?
Maltose intolerance. It sounds like something that wives have made up to go along with football phobia so that husbands will spend more time shopping with their spouses on Sundays.
Lactose intolerance was something I could forgive, but maltose intolerance is not something I will tolerate (or lactose intolerance related jokes for that matter). Seriously, this sort of news can drive a person to drink, if they weren’t already drinking when they read this.