If My Name Was Whiskey

When you got off work at five
I’d be the first thing on your mind every time.
And if I wasn’t where you thought I’d be
You’d drive around ’til you found me
If it took all night.
You’d press me to your lips
Say you never felt like this
And I’d be all you’d need
And you’d get drunk on me.
If my name was Whiskey
Maybe right now you’d miss me. – a recent country song by Michael James Ryan Busbee,Carly Pearce, Shane McAnally, sung by Carly Pearce

My whiskey drinking education program is continuing on track, perhaps even ahead of schedule. I must confess that I may never work my way up to Scotch, because I’m sort of stuck on Crown Royal. It just tastes good to me. Even better – at least so far – than Bourbon. Bourbon drinkers, don’t hate.

But speaking of Bourbon, I have a bit of a story to tell. I’m reading the newest book in one of my favorite mystery series – the Harry Bosch mysteries by Michael Donnelly. Donnelly has two regular series – one features former L.A. police detective Harry Bosch, who is now retired and volunteers on cold cases, and the other is Mickey Haller, who is a defense attorney. Somewhere along the line of these two books, the two aforementioned gentlemen find out they are half-brothers. As such, Donnelly often has an interaction between the two in one or another of his books.

In this particular book, called Two Kinds of Truth, Harry’s former partner stops to visit him in Harry’s home high above the city on Mulholland Drive in L.A.. Harry invites him in but tells him he has no beer; in fact, the only thing he has is an unopened bottle of Bourbon. Jerry is astounded when Harry brings out a bottle of Pappy Van Winkle Bourbon. The bottle was a gift from an appreciative client, and Harry knows nothing about Bourbon, so he is unaware of its value.

Jerry proceeds to explain that the Bourbon Harry is pouring is extremely valuable. In fact, at one point, Harry has the bottle sitting on the railing of his balcony where a strong breeze could send it to its death. Jerry grabs the bottle and places it on the table.

Fast forward to the next chapter when Harry once again meets up with his half-brother Mickey. After conducting their business, Harry tells Mickey that he recalls when the two of them were each given the bottle of Pappy Van Winkle, and Mickey offered Harry $100 for his bottle, an offer Harry refused on principle. I know now that you were screwing me, Harry tells his brother.

Because I’m now experimenting with whiskey, I paid more attention to that whole passage. How could any whiskey be that valuable, I wondered. I also wondered if Pappy Van Winkle Bourbon was a real thing. It is…..

Fast forward again to this past Sunday. Following Mass and a subsequent breakfast, Bill and I went to our favorite liquor store to pick up a few things – some wine, some beer, etc. Much to our surprise, though it was only a little after 10 in the morning, there was literally a crowd of people milling around the front section of the store. Something was happening…..

We picked up our few things, and as I paid for them, I asked our cashier what the heck was going on. A whiskey lottery, he told us. He went on to say that there were a few brands of whiskey – very valuable brands – that would be sold by lottery to a lucky buyer or two or three.

There are a few brands of Bourbon that are made in very small batches, and they are worth several thousand dollars, he told us. Like PAPPY VAN WINKLE BOURBON.

Whaaaaat? Just think, only a mere month ago, I wouldn’t even have known what he was talking about. Now, here was I, a whiskey connoisseur, ready to step up to the lottery drawing.

Naw, that’s not true. I am totally and entirely unwilling to pay thousands of dollars for a bottle of swill, no matter how good it is. Do you realize how many bottles of Tanqueray gin I could buy for that price?

Still, I’m finding this whiskey culture to be interesting, that’s for sure.

Cheers…..

Thursday Thoughts

Not-So-Frightful Weather
Well, while it was quite cold yesterday, the heavy snow that the local weather teams predicted never quite materialized. Late in the afternoon, there was maybe an inch-and-a-half to shovel. Even the temps didn’t get down as low as was predicted (though I’m not sure that there is a heck of a lot of difference between 7 degrees and 15 degrees. Nevertheless, Bill worked in his office all day wearing a warm vest, and finally came out late in the afternoon and said, “I’m pretty sure my office is the coldest place in the house.” So we did something we haven’t done in a long time: we lit a fire in the fireplace.

Bosch
I finished another book yesterday in my frantic attempt to read all of the library books that had been on hold and became available all at once. At the end of the book that I read, which was a mystery novel — most recent in a lengthy series that takes place in LA and features a detective named Harry Bosch — my book told me that Amazon had a television series available that was based on these books. I’m not even sure that I knew that Amazon produced television programs, but I think many companies now are in the TV business. Anyway, because I am a member of Amazon Prime, this program is available to me for free. So I figured out how I could watch it on my iPad, but now I need to figure out how to get it transferred to my TV so that Bill can also watch. My high-tech brain should be able to figure it out exactly never. I’ll put Bill on it!

Christmastime is Here
christms-cookie-ingredientsI have made a couple of steps towards doing some Christmas baking. I always do a couple of kinds of cookies. In the past, I have also done Almond Roca, but I think that’s a no-go this year because of my blasted low-fiber diet. It’s true that I could make it for others to enjoy, but Almond Roca happens to be one of those things that I can’t leave alone. Sorry friends and family. Yesterday I began my baking by making biscotti dipped in chocolate (and try finding a nutless recipe for biscotti!). I plan on baking some more cookies today, since the weather remains chilly…..

biscotti

Projection
At my request, Bill bought me a projection clock radio for my birthday. And also at my request, he gave it to me early. I don’t know if you’ve seen these things, but we first saw one at our daughter Heather’s house in VT. The time is projected onto the ceiling, allowing you to know what time it is any time of the night without having to turn and look at the clock, or lift your head to see the time across the room. I absolutely love it! I wake up somewhere in the neighborhood of 100 times a night, and I always have to look at the time to see if it is even marginally reasonable for me to awaken. So this makes it easy for me to see the time. What will they think of next?

Ciao!