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Ian
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My scotch of choice is absolutely none at all. Nasty stuff it is. They say ya gotta acquire a taste for it but it's so bad to start with I can't imagine why ya would drink enough of it to do that.
Lots of things change if you quit smoking. That's why I love peaty single-malts.
I suspected that rifle wasn't loaded, we aren't stupid. Back from the cardio guy, sonogram showed a problem so CT gets scheduled. Said I had an eye stroke, yup, know that. Same carodid they worked on last time. Neurologist next week. Getting old reminds me of the old joke, guy walking down the street and parts keep falling off.
OMGoodness...... I got a diva dog.
Grilled some cheap red tagged pork loin "chops" maybe 4? days ago. I ate half of one.... it was very good. Hardly no fat,other white meat and all that.
Well that 1/2 and its twin were wrapped in the fridge... and ain't gonna be eaten so,sliced and diced it and threw it on the dog's dry food. Dang,it's like she's on crack? Eyes rolled back in her head,haha.
Grilled some cheap red tagged pork loin "chops" maybe 4? days ago. I ate half of one.... it was very good. Hardly no fat,other white meat and all that.
Well that 1/2 and its twin were wrapped in the fridge... and ain't gonna be eaten so,sliced and diced it and threw it on the dog's dry food. Dang,it's like she's on crack? Eyes rolled back in her head,haha.
JonB
Halcyon member
Back when I was a City Police reserve officer, I worked security for a lot of Hispanic music DJ Dances, This was a BYOB place, and most of the tables had a bottle of Crown Royal sitting on them.
The Drink of choice was Crown Royal, mixed with OJ
Maybe it was a status thing?
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Funny story:
When I was in my 20s, I got into drinking hard liquor, not a lot mind you, but I tried 'em all, didn't like most of them. I had all kinds of different bottles in a built in china closet with windowed doors. That phase didn't last long and by chance, about a year later I moved to a different town. I boxed up the half full bottles and they ended up in the cellar of the new place and I forgot about them for years. So, about 5 years later, I'm cleaning the cellar, and think I gotta get rid of all this booze.
I had recently joined a sportsman club, because they had a gun range. They'd have parties in the clubhouse, where members would bring bottles of booze for the bar...that way the bar would have what each member would want. I learned quick, that most of these guys had there favorites and anything else was rotgut. Windsor was a common favorite...and was kind of the "House" whiskey, I figured it was because it was cheap. So, I get this idea to grab a few empty Windsor bottles and bring them home. I then pour all my different half bottles of whiskey/bourbon/scotch/Irish in a mixed up fashion into these Windsor bottles. I figured no one would tell the difference, especially those that were ordering Whiskey-seven or whatever and not specifying a brand of whiskey. At the next Meeting night at the sportsman club, I stashed 3 bottles of my "mix-n-match" Windsor in the Club's liquor cabinet without anyone noticing.
Two weeks later, we had Steak Fry party fundraiser. An old timer member (Johnny), he was one of the original members, anyway he is at the bar and orders a Windsor on the rocks. The bartender goes into the liquor cabinet and reaches for a bottle, and pours the drink. Johnny takes a sip and spits it out...He asks, "how old is that bottle?" Johnny adds, "Something is wrong with it." Johnny and the bartender look over the bottle and don't notice anything strange. Now Johnny is an excitable fellow who isn't shy about making a scene, He grabs the bottle and exclaims, "It's awful" and throws it in the trash and commands the bartender to open a new bottle. The Bartender grabs another bottle out of the cabinet, opens it, and pours another drink for Johnny. Johnny screams, "this one is even worse". OK, by that time, I am laughing my butt off and am standing at the bar as well...but I'm the only one laughing. Everyone else is silent and looking toward the bar. Johnny asks me, "what's so funny?". I tell him I think his taster is off, and everyone else starts laughing. Another bottle gets thrown in the trash with lots of loud swear words...The bartender looks in the liquor cabinet and grabs another bottle, this one had a seal still on it...luckily they didn't notice the first two bottles didn't have a sealed seal. Johnny gets a pour out of the new bottle and says it's much better and things calm down.
Months later, I did tell Johnny about the Windsor bottles I filled...While he wasn't happy, he understood why I didn't mention it that night... he said, " I'd have tore you head off, if I knew it was you messing with my Windsor"
Ian
Notorious member
Well, on the rocks, to a purist, sure.
I had the fortune of some inside information from a friend in the agency business regarding a startup liquor company. It seems that most booze is just a recipe: Grain alcohol of specified grade/price, water, and a "flavor profile". Think of the ester-blending machine at Jelly Belly, the one that can duplicate anything including "Mike Rowe's Dirty Socks", on demand. Even a lot of high-end stuff is engineered in a lab rather than obtaining its unique flavor from certain ingredients and a specific, perfected process of mashing, fermenting, and distilling.
I had the fortune of some inside information from a friend in the agency business regarding a startup liquor company. It seems that most booze is just a recipe: Grain alcohol of specified grade/price, water, and a "flavor profile". Think of the ester-blending machine at Jelly Belly, the one that can duplicate anything including "Mike Rowe's Dirty Socks", on demand. Even a lot of high-end stuff is engineered in a lab rather than obtaining its unique flavor from certain ingredients and a specific, perfected process of mashing, fermenting, and distilling.
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California's Central Coast Amid The Insanity
I was 20-years old and in a faraway war zone and given a ration card that allowed for the purchase of four cases of beer, four bottles of booze, and four cartons of smokes per month, all tax-free. Without fail, each month my card was completely punched out. Camels were $1.25 per carton, Imperial quarts (40-ounces) of booze varied from $1.25 (Smirnoff) to $4.00 (Crown Royale) and beer (Hamms, Schlitz) was a buck-something. Our vises are heavily taxed.
There was a small black market for the unused punches, from the non-smokers and non-drinkers . . .
There was a small black market for the unused punches, from the non-smokers and non-drinkers . . .
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California's Central Coast Amid The Insanity
To add insult to injury, where is the red-and-white checkered linen tablecloth, the empty Chianti bottle candleholder, and the strolling accordion player.
Round here, the best Eyetalian is served at home, or if a restaurant is mandatory a view of salt water, boats, and smelly and noisy sea creatures. Which reminds me, I owe my wife a dinner there.
Today was grocery shopping day -- came home with two bottles of Fox Brook Merlot.
Round here, the best Eyetalian is served at home, or if a restaurant is mandatory a view of salt water, boats, and smelly and noisy sea creatures. Which reminds me, I owe my wife a dinner there.
Today was grocery shopping day -- came home with two bottles of Fox Brook Merlot.
