Farmer's Wife: Fantasy

The beer went down cold and delicious after a hard day out in the sun farming. It tasted of the rewards of farming, and of nature, and of hard work and a little bit like salty sweat, and most of all, it tasted like time to finally relax. He sighed and leaned back against a haystack, his lunch pail beside him. It was a marvel that the beer was still cold, but his wife had a way about her that kept beer and butter colder than maybe they strictly ought to be, and hot cooked things a bit warmer than maybe they also strictly ought to be. He knew he should actually turn her in to the authorities, but the authorities were so very far away, so not involved in the life of a simple farmer, and his wife was right here, using her talents for good, and besides...he loved her too much to ever--

Inspiration: Hmm...could it be beer?
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes:Sounds like the set-up for a standard "don't piss off the farmers/the peasants/that quiet guy in the corner" story. Nuzzink new. Not that not-new is always bad, which may be the impression I give when I talk about the "not new idea" too much.