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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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A hanging.

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Booze Moose has found his permanent home in the man cave.

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And looks right at home on the barn doors that are no longer doors.

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I think he’s a fun and whimsical addition. My husband on the other hand, was less than thrilled.

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He doesn’t hate it….

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But he was clearly less enthusiastic about its purchase.

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So what say you?

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Fun and whimsical addition?

Or total waste of money?

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New/old treasures.

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A few new old things have been added to the man cave of late.

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A primitive sled, which I thought was for children.. but turned out to be for hauling split wood from the shed to the house back in the day. And no, it didn’t stay in that position….

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It’s precariously propped up in the corner behind the chairs.

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A pump action vacuum cleaner. And as a modern woman of today, let me tell you… it ain’t no Roomba.

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A few more Name that Crap! tools have made their way to the table of antique horrors.

So if you ever need to draw information from a recalcitrant friend or loved one… let me know.

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The moose is loose.

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My booze moose came in the mail Saturday.

And I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t a puzzle .

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This is the type of thing that makes the spatial reasoning challenged among us break into a cold sweat.

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Oh! The horror.

But I wanted to surprise the husband so I dove right in….

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And soon, a boozy moose appeared.

Was I disappointed in the lack of decent beer portrayed? Yes.

Busch Light and Coors Light will never pass our beer fridge’s portals.

Nope. Never. Not happening.

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I’ve determined the best place to hang him is on the big barn doors that are no longer doors. The husband’s warped antique mirror will have to be relocated…

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And his English pub ring toss game might be an issue.

Because while the booze moose is fun, it’s not what you would call solidly constructed. One errant ring toss could ruin him.

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This will require deep thought, so for now…..

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He’s just bellying up to the bar.

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I bought a moose.

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Calm down, I’m not talking about this kind of moose…

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I’m talking about this kind:

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Damn right I do. But drinking in the man cave will be so much better with a moose head made from beer and liquor cardboard boxes for company.

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I could have gone with the deer…

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Or the eagle.

But this is Maine. It had to be the moose.

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It should be here next week.

Here’s hoping it’s half as much fun as the pictures.

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I had to.

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When I found and bought my most fabulous beer tap a while back, I ran across another one I knew I had to buy as well.

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I mean really, how could I not?

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It’s a woodchuck. Holding an apple. They could have modeled him after our yearly brood.

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Perfect for a man cave/barn whose crawl space serves as a seasonal chucker hotel.

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He now has pride of place on an overturned shot glass in between the giant bullet and my freaky cocktail stirrers.

Life is good.

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Random drivel.

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Autumn is here and it’s by far my favorite time of year. Crisp air, brightly colored foliage, pumpkins, apples… what’s not to love?

Of course if you’re my husband, who just spent countless thousands turning his barn into a man cave, you might not fully embrace the season.

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Because nothing says ‘private domain of men’ more than a strategically placed fall wreath.

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And speaking of turning leaves….

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Ours are just beginning to put on a show. It’s the season I starting twitching for a road trip to the mountains. Whether that will happen is still up for debate.

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Weren’t expecting that?

Neither was I, but it popped up on my FB feed all the same.

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A photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten meeting my new toy. He was not impressed, but I am.

Since blowing out my knee last year, getting on all fours to scrub the kitchen floor has been a no no. Enter the Bissell steam mop. Cheap and surprisingly efficient.

How well did it clean the floor?

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So well that I literally gasped at how filthy it had become.

In my defense, I mopped right after a rain storm and had to erase an artful array of the husband’s muddy boot prints, but still.

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It’s official..

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Hooray!

We are now officially a two keg family.

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Yes, I finally chose a beer to tap. Naturally it was the most expensive one out there at literally twice the price of my husband’s.

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But look how much more fabulous my tap handle is.

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Duchesse de Bourgogne…. a richly textured sour red Flemish ale with a chocolate top note and wild cherry undertone. Brewed in Belgium and aged in oak barrels for 18 months, it’s pure heaven!

And the husband hates it so it’s mine. All mine.

*cue the evil laugh*

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Look at this handle. I mean really, it doesn’t get much better than that.

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Except for the fact mine towers over the husband’s. That’s pretty sweet as well.

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And in case you’re wondering…

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Random nonsense.

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The combination of marshmallow fluff and cream cheese is enough to make me hurl, but I suppose it’s an appropriate name. Eat enough of that and your booty will definitely be dipping.

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If you’ve been in or around the military you’ll be laughing right now. If not, please continue reading.

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A talking pear?

Damn it… now I’ll have to go out and listen to ours.

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There’s no reason for this chicken. He just made me smile.

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That’s one bottle that will not be making it’s way into the man cave bar.

WTH?

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It’s all in the wrist.

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Well, not really… but it seemed like a better title than ‘Glass Full of Foam’.

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Yes, we let the keg sit still overnight. And yes, we had the kegerator set to the proper temperature… but we were still getting full glasses of foam. The only thing left to do was adjust the CO2 flow, you know…. the thing I kept telling my husband we had to do even though he said we absolutely positively didn’t have to.

So I did what any self respecting beer drinker would do…. I sent him to the house on an errand, then made the adjustment myself.

Viola!

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The perfect glass of beer. ( And yes, the placement of my “At Last” prohibition glass from the FDR museum in Hyde Park was most definitely on purpose )

Did you know fruit flies are attracted to beer taps? I didn’t either, but who can blame them.

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The solution? Plug the tap when not in use. And if you want to put your womanly mark on the man cave? Do it with a pink wine bottle stopper.

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That way it will match the pink bell and pink cocktail napkins already on the bar.

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Next up was the shorty tap handle I ordered from Allagash.

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I’ve been told I can pick something for myself for the second keg. Hmm…

My favorite amber ale? That luscious chocolate cherry sour? Or maybe a nice hard cider?

Decisions, decisions.

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