Friday, February 12, 2016
It was a very, very cold morning yesterday (8 degrees F. with a chill factor of -14 degrees). The dog and I decided to delay our walk until afternoon and by then the wind had died down and the temperatures rose to a balmy 16 degrees. There were a few people out and about, but not many. We managed to get in four miles.
We dropped by the local seafood market on the way home and the Thursday plane from the Atlantic coast was full of fresh seafood. For a late afternoon treat there were six wild caught oysters from Martha's Vineyard and a wee nip of Lagavulin. It was a good day.
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Rosebank is/was elegant. It smelled like flowers and spring and thanks to its triple distillation was smooth and gentle. It was refined and flat out delicious.
What you see in the picture is the last of the bottle that I bought five years ago. Later tonight the bottle will be empty. I don't normally get nostalgic about finishing a bottle of whisky, but this one is a little different. Not only was it delicious but it was also the last bottle that I shared with my father before his death four years ago. Details are unimportant here, just that there will be a smile and a toast tonight.
Internet searches tell me that if I want another bottle of Rosebank I should be prepared to pay $500 or much more. This one was $80 but as time goes bye there is less and less of this product. There won't be another at those prices, barring a lottery win. I'm afraid my Scottish ancestors would haunt me for lack of frugality and common sense if I paid that amount.
Saturday, January 30, 2016
I pulled to a stop at a traffic light at a busy intersection and was waiting for the light to change. A couple (early 60's?) was standing on the corner and the woman was trying to insert a sign into the ground advertising a rummage sale at her home. Her male partner was standing next to her after having apparently punched the holes into the ground for the sign.
Attached to the sign were two Mylar balloons filled with helium so that they would bounce in the wind and catch the attention of passersby. Unfortunately the woman had a cigarette dangling from her lips and it was quite breezy. One of the balloons (the purple one) came in contact with her cigarette and exploded in her face. She jumped and began dancing around flapping her arms.
I laughed, safe in my car, but her companion also laughed, and he laughed a lot more than I did until she smacked him with the sign that she was still holding. The traffic light changed, I honked the horn and waved at them, and the canine and I drove off for our walk.
I don't think I will be attending the sale.
Thursday, January 28, 2016
There's a bottle of Muscadet de Sevre et Maine chilling so there will be a pre-dinner tasting that will probably be better than dinner.
Thursday, January 21, 2016
It seems a little lighter than I was expecting, but it was still full of dark cherries and Italian soil. We had no trouble at all drinking it with thick, grilled veal chops and some faro cooked in a combination of beef and chicken stock.
2103 Mauro Veglio Dolcetto D'Alba. 13% alcohol and $10.
Monday, January 18, 2016
The other thing frozen is my jaws. Once in a while a beer is exactly what I need and yesterday it was a longing for a Guinness. I brought home a six-pack and poured the first one into the pint glass. Much to my surprise the glass was not full. Even the head was below the rim of the glass. When I checked the bottle I realized that Guinness has decreased the size of their bottles - while still charging the same price. Instead of a 12 ounce bottle which perfectly fills a pint glass the contents are now 11.2 ounces.
Now....time to find the Guinness website and launch a scathing attack on their accountants!