The Italians should stick to making watery lagers, cooking pasta sauce and going bankrupt.
I simply cant understand the compulsion to produce loony variations of beer and its ingredients.
Cant get enough hops? Hey, lets make em into cigars and smoke em whilst mashing some hop candy and beer flavored spread into our toast!
This is precisely the kind of shitty present (likely part of a beer themed hamper) I'd get from in laws who presume because you go to all the hassle to brew beer, you must be obsessed with all things beer.
I also like large breast's and cooking. Do I deserve one of those novelty aprons with tits on it?
Look, If I want open my day with beer anything, I'll have my bread in the form of Doppelbock, then followed by a little nap most likely.