Showing posts with label hops. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hops. Show all posts

Friday, September 7, 2012

My Favorite Harvest


Hop Plant!
 Hops are a binding plant, not a vine.

Hops grow best on the 45th parallel and Oregon used to produce 45% percent of the worlds hops but that number drastically decreased after WWII to a mere 5%.  The primary growing regions are now Germany (which grows more hops than any single country), then Washington State and then Oregon.

Hops are a cone shaped, and are a bitter, tangy plant used primarily to flavor beer. But it's the yellow stuff inside the hop called Lulupin that the Brewmeisters desire.

Shall I go on with the Hop Trivia???


A mountain of hops

Or better yet, attend the Rogue Ale Farm tour. You'll learn all about Hops, see them grow and harvest. You'll have a chance to see fields of hops, hops drying and hops in bundles. You'll see mountains of hops. You'll dream of all the beer you will drink. And you will learn all this hop trivia and best of all, see it in action.


I have been on a lot of beer tours, but seeing how the primary ingredient for beer is grown was interesting and peaked my interesting in the whole process of beer.

The tour lasted over an hour. And best part, it was free. No swag was given out at the end. No free pints of beer afterwards. However, the knowledge I gained all for the love of beer was priceless.


The end product!
What are you waiting for??? Go visit a hop farm today and get drinking.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Sunday Beer Run

“Hold the GPS on the phone and tell me when to turn,” I instruct my husband.
“But I don’t know where we are going,” he says to me a bit confused.
“Neither do I, that’s why you have the GPS.”

And I understand his confusion as we are driving through farm land and not into the city. We pass through a couple of two-house farming towns with names like “Wells Landing” and “Wings of Wonder.”  We pass by a county park we didn’t know existed. It looks like a great spot to put in your raft in for floating the meandering waters of the Willamette River.

The road arc’s and we see the sign for Buena Vista Ferry.
“We are going to cross the ferry on our grand adventure?” My husband questions me like I’m insane. So much for the Sunday drive.

And then drive pass acre upon acre of hops growing high on trellises. (Forty two acres to be exact.) Signs indication what kind of hops are growing (look, Chatoe hops).   We continue to drive through the fields of hops and for me it’s a happy sight; it means beer.

We are in the hop capital of the world, Independence Oregon. Hops only grow on the 45th parallel, and are particular to the climate. Basically, hops grow well in Oregon and Germany.

Seemingly middle of nowhere is the Chatoe Rogue Tasting Room. A small 468 square foot quaint house that serves beer fresh from the tap. Several Rogue Ales to choose from to please all types of beer drinkers.  The tasting room has a huge lawn outback surrounded by picnic tables complete with a wide assortment of lawn games including lawn darts, horse shoes and a Frisbee or two to use. Hop fields & barley gardens surround the working farm and visitors can stroll around the gardens and visit the calm waters of the Willamette River complete with pet in tow. While we were there, a family had brought their cat much to the dogs delight. So much for playing in the water when a cat is nearby.

For others, they will want to stay the night in the Hops & Beer house on site.  It is a 100 year old house in which people can rent the entire 5 room house or just a room for the night.

I quickly order a Mocha Porter, rich in aroma and taste and a creamy smooth cheese-beer soup. My husband orders the beer for which Rogue is known for Dead-Guy ale and chips. The menu is limited however, what more would anyone want besides beer-cheese soup? Anyhow. Two steps later and we are on the back porch drinking our beer, watching the hops grown. Next time, I will visit with my neighbors and play some lawn darts while the sunset. For now, I am content to drink my beer with the warm sun on my face.

Perfect.

Prost