Reading and drinking

I have a Bachelor’s degree in English Lit, and a Master’s in Library Science so it’s really no exaggeration to say that I love books – all books. I love books because, as much as I’ve come to accept and appreciate the wacky wonderfulness that is me, books let me be, well, not me, for…

My new drink of choice

As I’ve mentioned to nearly everyone, even complete strangers, I’ve given up alcohol for Lent. No, I am not Catholic. Yes, if you want to hang out with me it’s annoying. No, I do not mind if you have a drink.  Since I know that Friday early-evening is when I would normally have a glass…

Needs a cool name

It’s still winter in most of the country, but the weather forecast for the coming week where I live is sunny and high 60’s-low 70’s. Please note: that’s not bragging, as you probably have enough water, which we don’t around here. We spent last weekend cleaning up the back yard and making it useable again,…

“Life is too short to drink cheap vodka”

“Life is too short to drink cheap vodka” I said this to a total stranger today. Yeah, I need to work on the connection in my brain that says “Don’t say that!” But it’s true.  I did the math: I could buy three bottles of crap vodka, or one bottle of Ketel One (my poison…

Kape, kahvi, qava, kope, ka-feh, qehve, kahawa, coffee

I once gave up coffee for Lent. I lasted 3 days.  Not having coffee threw off my morning routine so much that I was useless. Also, I’m not Catholic so it’s not like I had to or anything anyway. I’ve been drinking coffee since freshman year of high school. I don’t drink it to keep…

The non-cocktail cocktail

I love a good cocktail more than I love new-book release day, but let’s face it, at 47 you (meaning I) probably should cut back a bit. Enter the non-cocktail cocktail. In this case it’s a Cranberry Shrub, courtesy of Self magazine (you can find the recipe here, or on page 50 of the December 2015…

Beaujolais Nouveau c’est arrivé!

Anne Morrow Lindbergh, in Gift from the Sea, wrote “Europe…which we think of as being enamored of the past, has since the last war, strangely enough, been forced into a new appreciation of the present. The good past is so far away and the near past is so horrible and the future is so perilous,…

Hot toddy

Is there anything worse than getting sick right when you can’t afford to?  Husband J came down with a cold earlier this week and has been rather miserable so I made him chicken noodle soup and a hot toddy. Well, I guess that’s it’s proper name – to me it’s just hot lemonade with whiskey….

Pumpkin. F-ing. Spice. Latte.

One of the great joys in my life is giving my boss shit for openly admitting to liking Pumpkin Spice Lattes. With whipped cream. Oh, I usually buy one for myself each season, but as soon as I taste it I’m reminded of how over-sweet they are. But, being in a particularly autumnal mood this…