I’m not going to bore you with a long talk about the origins of Christmas and why it is where it is on the calendar, though I really want to. Suffice it to say that it is extremely unlikely that Jesus was born in what is to us the end of December. The gospel of Luke tells us shepherds were out at night guarding their flock, and that is not a winter activity. Neither is it true, sorry my neo-pagan friends, that Christmas’s date was chosen to replace an older festival, in a sort of religious sleight of hand, as if people would not notice. No, according to some recent scholarship, it has to do with the winter solstice, thus the return of the Sun, and the equation of that Light (and Life I assume) with Christ, but this is not what this post is about. This post is about you guys, all eight of you, and wishing you, and yours, a festive, memorable and all around kick ass Christmas, I mean it. Merry Christmas.Read more
Honestly, writing about the martini is tricky, probably even foolhardy (Side bar: apparently Tolkien’s name comes from an old German word, tollkhun, meaning foolhardy, feel free to use that info to get into someone’s pants, you’re welcome). People can be fanatical about this drink and their views about it tend to be written in stone. There’s usually little room for discussion, and conversations can become downright vicious if martinistas feel their beliefs have been challenged in any way. Kinda like politics, but with more relevance. Personally I wonder whatever happened to sip and let sip. I’m a damn hippie I guess.Read more
The whisky sour is frequently poo-pooed by mixologists, but never by bartenders. I think it is high time to bring it back. Suited for mornings as well as afternoons, it’s an exquisite choice if you care to indulge in some early daylight drinking. When you manage to get the proportions just right, the trick to all drinks, it truly becomes more than the sum of its parts, a happy liquid escapade for your mouth. Think good Canadian whisky or rye, lime juice, sugar and in complete defiance of death, an egg white. That’s right, raw egg white. I find it amusing that some people treat using egg whites in a cocktail as the equivalent of playing Russian roulette. I have no such fear. Bring. It. On. As per usual I’m not claiming this recipe is either a canonical or original version, but just try it, I’ll wager you’ll like it. A lot.Read more
The octopus, a very smart and also very tasty animal. Sucks being you buddy.
I’m not a chef by any stretch of the imagination, but I like to think I can hold my own in a kitchen. Though instances of guests puking in their mouths have thankfully been nonexistent (or unreported), there have been a few resounding fails in my culinary cavalcade, twice with octopus. I’m talking results out of a lovecraftian nightmare, stuff that no one dared to put in their mouth. Not even the ravens would touch it.Read more
All hallow’s eve is just around the corner and yes, it’s a wonderful time of the year.
I don’t know about you, but I have always been a huge fan of Halloween. It is the only communal holiday that has survived, the ritual calendar used to be peppered with them, and even if it has been commercialized (what hasn’t?), it still retains a strong whiff of otherness from mundane time. As it should be. Exactly as it should be.Read more
Scuba diving, quality cocktails, taking it easy and other treasure maps.
