I asked these Indians: “Do men ever make Chicha?” My question was met with gales of laughter. The women howled. Bent over in hilarity, one replied, “Men can’t brew. Chicha made by men would only make gas in the belly.
ALAN D. EAMESI asked these Indians: “Do men ever make Chicha?” My question was met with gales of laughter. The women howled. Bent over in hilarity, one replied, “Men can’t brew. Chicha made by men would only make gas in the belly.
ALAN D. EAMESIt’s what we do as a species. It’s what makes us human. We brew.
ALAN D. EAMESThis is all thousands of years old. It’s the same the world over.
ALAN D. EAMESIt was this appetite for beer-making material that led to crop cultivation, permanent settlement and agriculture.
ALAN D. EAMESBeer is a gift from the goddesses, a soothing balm given our species to bring joy and comfort in compensation for the curse of self-awareness.
ALAN D. EAMESYou are a funny man! Beer is women’s work.”
ALAN D. EAMESTo drink beer is to be human.
ALAN D. EAMESThe awful realization of our mortality
ALAN D. EAMESBeer was the driving force that led nomadic mankind into village life.
ALAN D. EAMESBeer is sacred business, a mood-altering food substance that may have preserved the human species.
ALAN D. EAMESAnyone who has ever walked upright has loved beer, celebrated over it, told talks over it, hatched plots over it, courted over it.
ALAN D. EAMES