You said you'd feed me brandy
Updates from Wet January...
By now in January, I've reached a bit of a lull. I've pretty much had all the drinks I'd naturally want in the ordinary run of things. Each day becomes a dilemma: go out and quest for something exciting, and risk having to pass something else up later, or end up in the kitchen before bedtime wondering what you might find that you can qualify as a new drink.
This has been a pretty busy time, work-wise, so I've often ended up in the kitchen by accident.
The day after the ill-fated hot chocolate, I had some milk. As a kid I could easily distinguish doorstep green-top (full-fat unpasteurized), doorstep silver-top (full-fat pasteurized) and supermarket plastic bottle full-fat by taste. The mother didn't believe me, and conducted a series of randomised blind trials until she had to concede that I really could tell when it came from a plastic bottle.
These days I actually drink full-fat milk so infrequently that my green-top (which came, confusingly, from a plastic bottle) tasted quite strange.
Alexandra Palace farmers' market also supplied me with a litre carton of spiced cider, which was nice but a bit too sweet. I may have to go back to Ally Pally.
On Thursday, I figured I'd have some of my annual bottle of winter spiced Ribena. Except I managed to miss and have regular Ribena by accident.
On Friday we wandered round the London Lumiere festival, and steered home via a local eatery. Aperol spritz on the specials board? Oh, all right, then. I was pretty sure I'd never had one, but the taste was vaguely familiar. I'm not sure I like it. It's somehow vaguely reminiscent of Irn Bru - and I don't think it's just the colour.
Saturday I kept my options open, as we had friends coming round for dinner and I'd no idea what drinks might get involved. I'd thought we might wind up with coffee, but didn't, and I ended up polishing off some amaretto to tick a box before bed. Sunday I got in early and made banana milkshake for breakfast (ingredients: banana, milk, violence).
Now, a while back I came out of the tube well before 8am and was surprised to find someone trying to hand me a can of Budweiser. No! Do not want! Also, that is weird at 8am.
Then I realised it was actually "Prohibition Brew", the non-alcoholic Budweiser. Well, to be honest, still do not want, but in the spirit of Wet January...
I have to say it was surprisingly all right. I've never found a non-alcoholic beer I like, and this was better than many. Reminiscent of Top Deck shandy, with a fruity overtone. If it were less sweet, it might even be good.
Tuesday - fizzy cranberry squash - was another standing-in-the-kitchen moment. So on Wednesday I requested ChrisC bring me home "a drink". He apparently decided that if I can play silly buggers then so can he (and better), and came home with a freezer pouch of pre-mixed strawberry daquiri. It was quite spectacularly vile. At my fortnightly writers' group
lathany got in on the act and brought sparkling wine for me to add to my list (thus demonstrating that she is a much nicer person than ChrisC).
And today... Well, today has been odd. Champagne and enormous cake at midday for a colleague's 40th. Then just as I was thinking about popping out for a late lunch, loads of leftover meeting-food turned up in the office on the form of quiches and sandwiches. Then we had a scheduled work event involving tea and crumpets, where I had Earl Grey and Assam before realising they were also drinks. I have decided that champagne is just fizzy wine, so is ok, and that Earl Grey and Assam are just tea, right?
Day 16: milk
Day 17: spiced cider
Day 18: Ribena
Day 19: Aperol spritz
Day 20: amaretto
Day 21: banana milkshake
Day 22: Budweiser "Prohibition Brew"
Day 23: fizzy cranberry squash
Day 24: strawberry daquiri
Day 25: fizzy wine
Day 26: black tea, black
[Originally posted at https://venta.dreamwidth.org/535834.html]
By now in January, I've reached a bit of a lull. I've pretty much had all the drinks I'd naturally want in the ordinary run of things. Each day becomes a dilemma: go out and quest for something exciting, and risk having to pass something else up later, or end up in the kitchen before bedtime wondering what you might find that you can qualify as a new drink.
This has been a pretty busy time, work-wise, so I've often ended up in the kitchen by accident.
The day after the ill-fated hot chocolate, I had some milk. As a kid I could easily distinguish doorstep green-top (full-fat unpasteurized), doorstep silver-top (full-fat pasteurized) and supermarket plastic bottle full-fat by taste. The mother didn't believe me, and conducted a series of randomised blind trials until she had to concede that I really could tell when it came from a plastic bottle.
These days I actually drink full-fat milk so infrequently that my green-top (which came, confusingly, from a plastic bottle) tasted quite strange.
Alexandra Palace farmers' market also supplied me with a litre carton of spiced cider, which was nice but a bit too sweet. I may have to go back to Ally Pally.
On Thursday, I figured I'd have some of my annual bottle of winter spiced Ribena. Except I managed to miss and have regular Ribena by accident.
On Friday we wandered round the London Lumiere festival, and steered home via a local eatery. Aperol spritz on the specials board? Oh, all right, then. I was pretty sure I'd never had one, but the taste was vaguely familiar. I'm not sure I like it. It's somehow vaguely reminiscent of Irn Bru - and I don't think it's just the colour.
Saturday I kept my options open, as we had friends coming round for dinner and I'd no idea what drinks might get involved. I'd thought we might wind up with coffee, but didn't, and I ended up polishing off some amaretto to tick a box before bed. Sunday I got in early and made banana milkshake for breakfast (ingredients: banana, milk, violence).
Now, a while back I came out of the tube well before 8am and was surprised to find someone trying to hand me a can of Budweiser. No! Do not want! Also, that is weird at 8am.
Then I realised it was actually "Prohibition Brew", the non-alcoholic Budweiser. Well, to be honest, still do not want, but in the spirit of Wet January...
I have to say it was surprisingly all right. I've never found a non-alcoholic beer I like, and this was better than many. Reminiscent of Top Deck shandy, with a fruity overtone. If it were less sweet, it might even be good.
Tuesday - fizzy cranberry squash - was another standing-in-the-kitchen moment. So on Wednesday I requested ChrisC bring me home "a drink". He apparently decided that if I can play silly buggers then so can he (and better), and came home with a freezer pouch of pre-mixed strawberry daquiri. It was quite spectacularly vile. At my fortnightly writers' group
lathany got in on the act and brought sparkling wine for me to add to my list (thus demonstrating that she is a much nicer person than ChrisC).
And today... Well, today has been odd. Champagne and enormous cake at midday for a colleague's 40th. Then just as I was thinking about popping out for a late lunch, loads of leftover meeting-food turned up in the office on the form of quiches and sandwiches. Then we had a scheduled work event involving tea and crumpets, where I had Earl Grey and Assam before realising they were also drinks. I have decided that champagne is just fizzy wine, so is ok, and that Earl Grey and Assam are just tea, right?
Day 16: milk
Day 17: spiced cider
Day 18: Ribena
Day 19: Aperol spritz
Day 20: amaretto
Day 21: banana milkshake
Day 22: Budweiser "Prohibition Brew"
Day 23: fizzy cranberry squash
Day 24: strawberry daquiri
Day 25: fizzy wine
Day 26: black tea, black
[Originally posted at https://venta.dreamwidth.org/535834.html]