Gifts That Warm The Heart
Three times a year, maybe, I would indulge in some sweet alcholic beverages. At least, that's how it used to be. But things have changed recently and I've been trying new drinks, and more often. I don't want to become an alcoholic, and I don't think I am, but 3 times a year has turned into 3 times a month. At least.
My neighbour, the same neighbour who hacked down our vine, showed up at the door last week and offered some Christmas gifts: a box of amazing homemade truffles, and a 375 ml bottle of Special Reserve single malt Glenfiddich Scotch, aged 12 years.
I'm no scotch expert, but apparently you will burn in hell if you mix this splendid drink with ginger ale. One ice cube is all that is permitted to mingle with this fine Scottish whiskey.
A day or two later Suz and I drove up to the Ottawa region for Christmas, a wedding, and New Year's. With our spongy snow tires, and fully loaded with gifts and our luggage, our Insight averaged a poor 4.7 litres per 100 km (60.1 mpg). But once we arrived, my fuel mileage sorrows were wiped away. I was totally surprised when Suz's cousin, A, gave us a most excellent gift: a 375 ml bottle of absolute deliciousness. Southern Comfort!
No music will go undanced to. No karaoke song will go unsung. No joke will go unsaid. And no shouts of joy will go unyelled. This liquid candy will soon be gracing my stomach lining, infusing my body with the Power Of Bourbon and transforming me into a giant Wal-Martish smiley face.
Thanks A, for the awesome bottle of yum!