Tag Archives: cocktails

Things you might need, or not.

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If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll know I love cheese. And soft ripened French cheese? Ooh la la!

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But Camembert cheese potato chips? Be still my artery clogged heart!

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If not for the fact that these are probably laden with chemicals and enough sugar to sweeten a lemon grove…. they might be fun.

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Wow. This has got to win the ugliest lamp ever award.

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And disappointingly, just when I was thinking of ordering one as a gag gift…. I read a bunch of comments saying it was fake.

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I love steampunk, but judging from the price on their website I’m guessing they’re right.

Damn. It might have looked great on the bar.

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Things that made me laugh.

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Ah, Keith… he’ll outlive us all. When the earth is experiencing the utter destruction of nuclear winter? Two things will survive… cockroaches and Keith Richards.

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Here’s Larry, Curly and Moe. The three wild turkeys that my oh so stubborn husband chases off our property at least 4 times every morning. It’s comical to watch my other half flying across the back yard in his pajamas and slippers, waving his arms like Robbie the Robot, hollering at them to scat…. while the Stooges run to the edge of the property line and patiently wait for him to go back inside.

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100,000 people have had nothing better to do with their lives for the past 2 years than read my drivel filled posts. If that isn’t cause for celebration? I don’t know what is.

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This small bottle of supposedly outstanding margarita mix a friend gave me was funny for one reason only.

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10 cocktails? From that mini container! Clearly they’ve never bellied up to our bar.

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He’s such a slacker.

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Today is Mother’s Day and Lord Dudley Mountcatten marked the occasion by doing absolutely nothing. He didn’t hack me up a hairball, he didn’t push his food bowl my way… he didn’t even drop a dead mouse at my feet. What a slacker!

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I mean really, would it have killed him to order me a box of cocktail chocolates?

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No, it would not. The lazy sod sleeps on the keyboard for heaven’s sake… and don’t tell me he doesn’t have thumbs. Those paws are more dexterous than you think.

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(Don’t laugh, kitty mothers count.) Come on Dudley… River needs a chocolate covered margarita.

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See? This cat made breakfast…. I don’t think I’m being at all unreasonable.

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Things I like today.

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I like flipping through magazines and finding cocktail recipes.

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Mmm…. this sounds refreshing. Needless to say I shall be adjusting the required alcohol amounts. 3 tbsps of gin? Bitch, please.

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I like finding a decent cat food Lord Dudley Mountcatten will actually eat.

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Three ingredients, you can’t beat that.

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In other news, I like cheese.

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Tell me you haven’t felt the same way. Go ahead… I dare you.

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If you’ve never tried Mrs. Meyer’s cleaning products you really should. Their scents are marvelous. Basil, geranium, honeysuckle, bluebell and the latest… fresh mown grass. Ooh la la! If it wasn’t so soapy I swear I’d use it as perfume.

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And finally, I like Dudley’s laissez faire attitude when it comes to dining. If the human puts your dinner in front of you when you’re lying down? Why bother getting up….

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A spring resurgence.

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This time of year brings the return of warmer temperatures, green grass and two of my favorite things.

They’re baaaaack!

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Well, at least one of them is. Our first returning woodchuck has made an appearance in the back yard. Let the games begin.

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And speaking of games….

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Red Sox baseball is back and available for viewing in the newly used to be a barn filled with crap remodeled man cave.

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Yes, watching my favorite team at my beloved Fenway Park while perched at our private bar sipping a cocktail is the very definition of sweet.

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The first few games? Not so much. Pitching will be a problem this year and getting swept by the Orioles on our home turf was depressing to say the least. But we whooped Florida and swept Baltimore in their home park. Life is good.

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If you’re ever in New Hampshire..

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I highly recommend you visit the Tamworth Distillery.

http://tamworthdistilling.com/

The husband and I discovered it a few years ago and were instantly hooked.

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It’s a lovely place where they grow herbs and wildflowers…

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And has a fabulous tasting room, cafe, bakery and apothecary type gift shop.

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But what I really go there for?

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The infused gin. Like this bottle of plum the husband brought back for me when he was in the area last week.

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It’s fabulous…. though not exactly cheap.

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While I usually have it with just tonic, yesterday I was in the mood for a proper Tom Collins. The plum turned it pink… and I admit I was tickled the very same color.

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Who knew?

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Did anyone know the Keurig coffee company will now mix you a cocktail?

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Yes, there is an alcoholic pod machine.

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And while in theory it seems like a good idea ..

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For $300 I think I’ll continue to mix my own.

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The machine requires a CO2 canister for carbonation.

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And they don’t exactly give away the pods either.

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Maybe someday when I’m old and grey (okay, older and greyer) I’ll need mechanic cocktail help, but I’m not there yet.

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Recent additions to the Barn Mahal.

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After thoroughly whipping my other half in a marathon Scrabble session in the barn last weekend, I took a good look around.

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And realized what an amazing storage building filled with absolute crap ….

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To seriously alcoholcentric man cave transformation we had wrought.

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Yay us.

And to this glorious rustic palace of play? I added a few new things.

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Because if there was ever a more perfect place for my fully operational spastic poop drone… I don’t know where it could be.

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To the bar, I added an acrylic box of appropriately themed cocktail napkins.

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Each more true than the last.

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Alongside the napkins there are now swizzle sticks.

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Some are shaped like twigs in honor of their origin.

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And some are shaped like jazz hands… because it’s just delightfully creepy.

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And since no man cave with a bar should be without them?

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Hair spray and a comb to repair follicle damage the walk from our wind blown house wreaks on my unruly tresses.

And if you’re cringing over that addition gentlemen?

Viola!

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I also added a plant.

Granted, it’s a just small succulent…. but I believe my eventual takeover of the premises is progressing quite nicely.

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Pandemic language.

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Husband was flipping through a magazine the other day and came across this…

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I think we all know our fair share of those.

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While I adore my phone, I have a strict no tech in bed policy. That way there be monsters….

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Karen. What a bitch.

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I admit to not being familiar with that term.

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But yes, it seems every day is Blursday lately.

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Needless to say I am very familiar with that term.

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