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.
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There are a couple colorful figures in my family's history, too. I mean, supposedly they're more than legends. I have proof of a coouple of them.
From the grave, they encourage me to go out and do something crazy with my life.
So it runs in the family? I rate for B^4 limoncello...
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From the grave, they encourage me to go out and do something crazy with my life.
Every family has an Uncle Bad Example or two.
So it runs in the family? I rate for B^4 limoncello...
I'm going to start a batch later this week. I found a market which has really great prices on fruits and vegetables, so it's time to load up on citrus fruits.
If you can't be a good role model, you can at least be a bad example.
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