Via Tengrain, I found out too late that today is National Absinthe Day. I have a bottle of Kübler in the apartment, a gift from my brother Sweetums (who lives in a cute suburb of Zurich). I take sparing drinks from the bottle, because I don't often have the time and inclination to go through the whole absinthe ritual. If I want to watch a batch of booze go cloudy due to a microemulsion, I'll just mix up a batch of limoncello, which reminds me that citrus fruits are cheap this time of year, so it's time to start a batch... luckily, grain alcohol is now legal in New York, so I don't need to drive to Connecticut to buy the stuff.
At any rate, I found out about National Absinthe Day while at work... if I'd known earlier, I would have had a nip of it before heading out to work... strictly as a cultural thing- when he first came to this country, my mom's mom's dad had a brief run with a smuggling ring that brought absinthe in from the old country. For the record, my mom's dad's mom had a tiny still explode in her kitchen during the Prohibition Era, family lore has it that she was scraping mash off the ceiling for weeks.
I'll drink to that.