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Royally soused.

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The husband and I dropped by one of our favorite places this week, The Royal River Grillhouse.

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And since it was the New Year? I had two of the above pictured New Year cocktails.

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It was a cold day and no one wanted to sit on the porch, even with the massive heaters going full blast.

This restaurant’s bar is known for it’s liberal pours as proven by my third and final drink, the Gooseberry Bellini.

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Yes, that’s an actual Grey Goose vodka bottle with the neck cut off. They use them as glasses and let me tell you, when you finish a cocktail in one of those babies?

You know it.

I left the Royal River Grillhouse royally soused… so no false advertising there.

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Because after all the alcohol, we were in need of food.

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I sampled heavily at the distillery while my other half was busy talking.

I sampled lightly and drank heartily at the Whippletree winery.

And now, I was ready for a late lunch. But sadly, late lunch wasn’t ready for me because every single restaurant we tried in North Conway New Hampshire on a Saturday afternoon in December was filled to bursting. Damn those hungry Christmas shoppers!

Wasting a good hour hopping from place to place to no avail, we said to hell with it and drove.

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Through the White Mountains and over to Mount Washington.

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The closer we got the darker it became, and we arrived at the Notch Grill in the Glen House just as flurries started to fall.

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Thankfully they weren’t crowded and we settled in.

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Hibiscus rose margarita …

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With a view isn’t a bad way to end the day.

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Crispy pork pot stickers with Thai ginger dipping sauce to share…

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Followed by pan seared duck breast with apple rosemary jam, roasted fingerling potatoes and squash rings for me… baked haddock in white wine and buttered crumbs with mashed potatoes and carrots for the hubs.

It was all delicious and we were too full for dessert.

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I was also too full to sit and watch a slightly out of date Christmas program on the bar television.

Andy Williams?

Ho. Ho. Hum….

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The time had come.

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Our annual pilgrimage to Tamworth Distillers in New Hampshire took place recently. The day was clear and cold and we found snow upon arrival.

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But no one cares about that.

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It’s a building filled with alcohol. Let’s shop!

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I made a beeline to my very favorite gin, Damson plum… and gathered enough to make my checkbook squeal.

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I passed on the whiskey made with beaver castoreum.

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Because if he mixes it with urine to scent mark his territory ? I’m not using it to mix a cocktail.

Nope.

Not going to happen.

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I did try their extremely unique brandy.

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Made with the durian fruit. You know … the one that smells like rotting flesh?

While the aroma wasn’t that horrible, it was a bit too potent for my taste.

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We spent a good deal of time in the store because naturally the husband found a Marine to talk to. They were stationed in the same place, with the same squadron and knew a lot of the same people… which meant yours truly wandered aimlessly back and forth, trying more free samples than she should have.

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Cocktail tweaking and a very spoiled cat.

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As you may know, I enjoy a cocktail now and then.

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So it should come as no surprise that I enjoy the occasional cocktail tweak as well

Here are two I’ve just discovered but have yet to try…

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Thyme and orange G&T’s sound fabulous.

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A drop of blackberry jam in my Cosmo?

Why not!

( Though I can guarantee you my quantity levels will be considerably higher. 0.75 Oz of Cointreau? Bitch, please! )

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten does not require cat food tweaking and is perfectly happy with his Fancy Feast. This does not mean he isn’t spoiled rotten in every other way…

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Yes, he’s commandeered my heating pad, and yes… if we don’t turn it on when he pounces on it we get the look.

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It’s almost time.

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I anxiously await late November every year.

Not for Thanksgiving.

Not for the start of the Christmas season.

But for this:

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My very favorite small batch artisan gin. Made by a distillery in New Hampshire, we make the pilgrimage once a year so I can stock up on the plummy goodness. ( And at $60 a bottle, stocking up is serious business.)

Made with damson plums, bitter orange and fresh juniper, this gin is an absolute delight and makes your tonic shiver with orgasmic pleasure. It’s a seasonal treat and if the roll out is missed? River is not a happy camper.

For this reason I tend to bogart the elixir, and only roll it out on special occasions or for special people. So you can imagine my level of annoyance when the neighbors dropped by the barn a few weeks ago (with friends and family in tow) to share in the glory that is the man cave. We welcomed them in, gave them the $2 tour and offered them an adult beverage.

Mind you… at any given time I have 48+ bottles of liquor on the shelves, a mini fridge of mixers, soda and juice, a dual tap kegerator, and a full size refrigerator filled with craft beer, wine, hard seltzer, hard cider and canned cocktails. My point?

There be options!

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It was then that my idiot oh so generous husband suggested the group try gin and tonics made with.. you guessed it.. my very last, hard to replace, time sensitive half bottle of Tamworth Damson.

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If I could have reached him from under the bar I would have kicked him. Instead, I smiled through clenched teeth and poured the final drops of my precious spirit and handed glasses to everyone.

They oohed and ahhed appreciatively, asked where they could buy it, then promptly changed their minds when they heard the price. The only thing that spared my idiot oh so generous husband’s life was the fact that I was unable to offer refills.

And now I wait.

Checking the website weekly to see when my happy juice is next available for purchase.

There’s rumor it may not be until mid December this year… which gives me ample time to beat the mantra Do not offer the special gin without permission! into my husband’s head.

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More random nonsense

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First I brought you wine for cats. Now?

There’s kitty ice cream.

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I’d ask if this is really necessary and why I couldn’t just let Dudley lick from my bowl…

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But I’m not apt to partake of a frozen dish of sugared mackerel anytime soon.

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Oh, if looks could kill.

Quick, get him some feline wine.

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Finally… a sensible use for the crock pot collecting dust in my closet.

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Is that just me…?

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