This last weekend my husband and I went to the fair. The San Diego County Fair, that is, or as the locals knew it, the Del Mar Fair. We went not necessarily to see the animals (though we did see them. In fact, I saw more varieties of pigeons that I have ever heard of. Some were downright chicken-sized!) We went because my husband is an award-winning Homebrewer and he had entered a few of his brews for the competition. Hubby favors British-style beers like porters and stouts. But he didn’t win with those. No, I’m gonna take the credit here, because years ago I asked him to start making mead for me. I thought it would be a fun thing for me to sip mead whilst I wrote my medieval novels. Drinking and writing hard-boiled mysteries is an old tradition, after all.