Raining on My Martini
I looked outside before dinner and it was raining on my Absolut Rasberri vodka and cranberry juice Martini sitting there on the table on the deck! Since I'm fairly certain that rainwater (or water of any kind, for that matter) is an illegal ingredient in any Martini, I rushed out and rescued it before the Martini police could seek me out and fine me for my indiscretion.
This particular Martini was the second the evening as I wanted to finish of the Absolut in order to use the nice red Absolute Rasberri bottle (purchased for the purpose) on my just competed bottle tree.
Yep, I'm a Master Welder now! Still haven't have those lessens but I spoke with two MIG welders and got a few ideas. None of them worked. Then I noticed that I had used a half a bottle of gas that should last a year or more. Way too much gas flow. So, I reduced it to a trickle and I've been a welding fool ever since. Frying eggs with the best of 'em. Nice welds that don't even need grinding (sometimes). The Bottle Tree Project took a day and a half in total but about half that time was "learning" to weld.
Went into town today and paid the utility bills. Now, that's really neat. Just walk and and say "What do I owe you?", a real person tells you, you write them a check right there on the spot and they say "Thank you!" Saves 39 cents on the postage, too, you know. Went to the courthouse, the post office, and the grocery store on the same trip, also. Gas is $2.89 a gallon, you know.
The CFO is coming back from a golf tournament tomorrow and, in anticipation, I cleaned the refrigerator the first thing this morning. Now, folks, there were things in there that even Sam would not eat and her idea of Ruth's Chris is finding a deer in the woods that has been dead for a month or so. Things that were really, really good at Christmas time, are now past their prime. There were some things in there that I didn't like the first time around. What was I thinking when I saved them? "Oh, I'll just stick them in the fridge in the event that some poor hobo knocks on the door tomorrow, asking for something to eat." is the best I could imagine.
Before she gets here I've still got mopping, sweeping, dusting, clothes folding, and a 9:30 tee time tomorrow morning. Hey, one out of five ain't bad for a rookie.
Before I forget it, dinner tonight was a wonderful black bean and corn soup with Chorizo, served with a nice El Salvadoran beer called Cantina.
Easy dish to do. Can of black beans, bottle of beer, half a serrano pepper chopped finely, ear of fresh corn sliced off the cob, chopped stalk of celery, cumin seed to your liking, pinch of oregano, salt, pepper, some corn meal for thickening and, somewhere near the end, chunks of Chorizo sausage. Cook on slow heat until you cannot stand it anymore and enjoy.
It's still raining and I sitting here at the bar, blogging away with a nice cigar and glass of port. The rain has brought that wonderful cool to the air (latent heat of vaporization, thermodynamically speaking) with it. The sun is trying to set through it all as a cloud drifts down the cove below Low Notch Gap. Mountain atmospherics are a never ending joy to behold.
Think I'll go out on the porch with another nip of port and watch it get dark.
This particular Martini was the second the evening as I wanted to finish of the Absolut in order to use the nice red Absolute Rasberri bottle (purchased for the purpose) on my just competed bottle tree.
Yep, I'm a Master Welder now! Still haven't have those lessens but I spoke with two MIG welders and got a few ideas. None of them worked. Then I noticed that I had used a half a bottle of gas that should last a year or more. Way too much gas flow. So, I reduced it to a trickle and I've been a welding fool ever since. Frying eggs with the best of 'em. Nice welds that don't even need grinding (sometimes). The Bottle Tree Project took a day and a half in total but about half that time was "learning" to weld.
Went into town today and paid the utility bills. Now, that's really neat. Just walk and and say "What do I owe you?", a real person tells you, you write them a check right there on the spot and they say "Thank you!" Saves 39 cents on the postage, too, you know. Went to the courthouse, the post office, and the grocery store on the same trip, also. Gas is $2.89 a gallon, you know.
The CFO is coming back from a golf tournament tomorrow and, in anticipation, I cleaned the refrigerator the first thing this morning. Now, folks, there were things in there that even Sam would not eat and her idea of Ruth's Chris is finding a deer in the woods that has been dead for a month or so. Things that were really, really good at Christmas time, are now past their prime. There were some things in there that I didn't like the first time around. What was I thinking when I saved them? "Oh, I'll just stick them in the fridge in the event that some poor hobo knocks on the door tomorrow, asking for something to eat." is the best I could imagine.
Before she gets here I've still got mopping, sweeping, dusting, clothes folding, and a 9:30 tee time tomorrow morning. Hey, one out of five ain't bad for a rookie.
Before I forget it, dinner tonight was a wonderful black bean and corn soup with Chorizo, served with a nice El Salvadoran beer called Cantina.
Easy dish to do. Can of black beans, bottle of beer, half a serrano pepper chopped finely, ear of fresh corn sliced off the cob, chopped stalk of celery, cumin seed to your liking, pinch of oregano, salt, pepper, some corn meal for thickening and, somewhere near the end, chunks of Chorizo sausage. Cook on slow heat until you cannot stand it anymore and enjoy.
It's still raining and I sitting here at the bar, blogging away with a nice cigar and glass of port. The rain has brought that wonderful cool to the air (latent heat of vaporization, thermodynamically speaking) with it. The sun is trying to set through it all as a cloud drifts down the cove below Low Notch Gap. Mountain atmospherics are a never ending joy to behold.
Think I'll go out on the porch with another nip of port and watch it get dark.
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