End of summer energy at the brewery. Marcus has been pushing production hard — we're building inventory for fall, when the darker, heavier beers come out and the taproom shifts from the light-beer-and-patio-furniture crowd to the stout-and-flannel crowd. I've been working six-day weeks, and my back knows it.
Forest Floor is in secondary fermentation now, sitting on the dried cherries. I snuck a taste on Thursday and the cherry is there — subtle, tart, not sweet, like a memory of fruit rather than fruit itself. The smoked malt has mellowed. The vanilla is a whisper. It's going to be good. Different from Helen's Wheat — darker, more complex, the kind of beer you sip and think about — but good.
Marcus pulled me aside on Friday and said something that stopped me in my tracks. "I'm going to recommend you for assistant brewer," he said. "You've earned it." I stood there like a fish with my mouth open. Assistant brewer is a real position — title, raise, input on recipes, responsibility for production batches. It's the next rung on the ladder that I didn't know I was climbing until Babcia died and I started caring about making things.
"Don't get weird about it," Marcus said. "Just keep doing what you're doing."
I called Mom from the parking lot. She screamed. She literally screamed into the phone and then said, "I have to call Aunt Debbie," and hung up. Dad called back twenty minutes later and said, "That's something, kid. That's really something." The Kowalski family enthusiasm machine was in full gear.
At home, I made a late-summer feast to celebrate. Grilled kielbasa with peppers and onions. Babcia's warm potato salad. Corn on the cob with butter and paprika. A cucumber-tomato salad with dill and vinegar. I set the balcony table — the tiny table that barely fits two chairs — and ate outside with the city noise and the evening light and a feeling in my chest that I think is hope.
Two years ago I was a warehouse grunt loading kegs. Now I'm about to be assistant brewer with two recipes on the taproom board and a grandmother's worth of Polish food in my head. Life is strange and good and I have no idea what comes next, but for the first time in a long time, I'm looking forward to finding out.
When Marcus told me I was getting recommended for assistant brewer, I knew I had to cook something that matched how I felt — light, bright, and a little unbelievable. The corn was already sitting on my counter from a market run earlier that week, and this quick corn salad came together in minutes while the kielbasa finished on the grill. It’s the kind of dish that doesn’t ask much of you, which was exactly right for a night when I wanted to just sit on that tiny balcony and let the whole thing sink in.
Quick Corn Salad
Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 5 min | Total Time: 15 min | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 4 ears fresh corn, husked (or 3 cups frozen corn kernels, thawed)
- 1/2 cup cherry tomatoes, halved
- 1/4 cup red onion, finely diced
- 1/4 cup fresh flat-leaf parsley, chopped
- 2 tablespoons olive oil
- 1 tablespoon red wine vinegar
- 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
- 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
- Pinch of red pepper flakes (optional)
Instructions
- Cut the corn. Stand each ear upright on a cutting board and slice the kernels off the cob with a sharp knife, working from top to bottom. Collect any milky juices — they add flavor to the salad.
- Briefly cook the corn. Heat 1 tablespoon of olive oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Add the corn kernels and cook, stirring occasionally, for 3–5 minutes until just tender and lightly golden in spots. Remove from heat and let cool for 5 minutes.
- Combine the vegetables. In a large bowl, combine the warm corn with the cherry tomatoes and red onion.
- Make the dressing. Whisk together the remaining 1 tablespoon olive oil, red wine vinegar, salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes (if using).
- Toss and finish. Pour the dressing over the corn mixture and toss to combine. Fold in the chopped parsley. Taste and adjust seasoning as needed.
- Serve. Serve warm or at room temperature alongside grilled meats. Best eaten the same day.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 145 | Protein: 3g | Fat: 8g | Carbs: 19g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 230mg
About the cook who shared this
Jake Kowalski
Week 126 of Jake’s 30-year story
· Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Jake is a twenty-nine-year-old brewery worker, newlywed, and proud Polish-American from Milwaukee's Bay View neighborhood. He didn't start cooking until his grandmother Babcia Helen passed away and left behind a stack of grease-stained recipe cards. Now he makes pierogi from scratch, smokes meats on a balcony smoker his landlord pretends not to notice, and writes for guys who want to cook good food but don't know a roux from a rub.