Showing posts with label alcohol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label alcohol. Show all posts

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Worth the effort.

Prosecco and cupcakes

It's a little tricky to incorporate eating homemade cupcakes (Joe made these for Jenny on her birthday) and drinking pink prosecco into a knitting night, but any trouble is so worth it.  Put down the needles and dig in!

p.s. Never apologize for canned frosting.  As long as it tastes good, I don't care if you made it!

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Monday, May 17, 2010

Tequila with a Pickle Chip Chaser

Pickle

So, I wrote about trying a Pickle Back shot duo (whiskey with a pickle juice chaser) two weeks ago.

Today, I showed up at the second day of my new internship, unopened bag of Herr's Creamy Dill Pickle potato chips in hand, and found a half-full bottle of tequila (sale price $19.99) on the reception desk.

Is the universe trying to tell me something about pickles and alcohol?  I may yet become a boozer.

p.s. Good chips!  Just enough pickle...just enough sour cream.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Birthdays at Bars

Chocolate Bourbon Cake
Chocolate Bourbon Birthday!

Two charming friends had birthday celebrations over the weekend.  The weather was hot and steamy here in Brooklyn, so I appreciated that both get-togethers took place at bars with outdoor spaces.

James' birthday soiree happened at The Woods.  The bar's outdoor space is large and there's a mighty fine taco truck parked out back.  This worked to my advantage, as a delicious dinner was one of my goals for the evening.  Dan had an asparagus taco and a chicken taco  ($2.50 each).  I had a chicken burrito filled with chicken, rice, corn, verde salsa, and beans ($5).  Nice.

We also enjoyed reading the geopolitical equations someone had written on our table with black marker:

Graffiti at The Woods

My favorite, not pictured here, said "USA - Australia = Jesus Camp."  While I doubt the scribe of this sentiment really knew what he/she was talking about, I like the idea that she/he was thinking  a good dose of Australian values is the only thing keeping the U.S. from becoming one big Jesus Camp (a fine documentary, by the way).

I wasn't drinking much at the Woods, but I was talked into trying a "pickle back."  This is a shot of whiskey (often Jameson) followed by a shot of pickle brine.  Now, I love pickles and had no problem thinking about drinking the pickle juice.  The whiskey was what worried me.  But I found that once I took the plunge everything was just fine.  The pickle flavor wiped any bitter alcohol away.  I felt refreshed and ready for more.  This could be a dangerous drink for me!

Kelly's birthday

The second birthday gathering I attended this past weekend was Kelly's.  She celebrated with a "day drinking" session at Spuyten Duyvil.  We enjoyed plates of cheese, pickles, and olives from the bar.  I drink a sparklng wine from Juve y Camps and a (non-alcoholic) ginger beer.  But the highlight of that afternoon was snacking on segments of mini chocolate bourbon bundt cakes from The Blue Stove.  They're quite a deal at $3 each, tasting moist and sweet like cake and frosting all swirled into one.

More summer birthdays, please!

Monday, April 5, 2010

Why can't now be always?

A lovely moment after work

Moments like these, in weather like this, with loved ones and sage cheese and a Hartford white wine, make me wish it were Friday all over again.  But it's Monday, and I suppose I should just treasure the hours that do remain before I have to be back at work.

Spuyten Duyvil
359 Metropolitan Ave
(between 4th St & Havemeyer St)
Brooklyn, NY 11211
(718) 963-4140

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Angela, I finally tried them! Here's proof!

Durian Chips

Oh, Angela, you've been so patient. I'm sorry it took me this long to get a little tipsy and try the durian chips you sent me. Did you have some? They taste/feel like sweet french fried onions. And they smell like weirdsville. Thanks!

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Mmmm...rooty...

Dr Brown in brown
"Root beer was invented in Pennsylvania. In the 1800s it had alcohol in it, but the coal miners wanted a version without alcohol, so they took the alcohol out of it."
-- overheard this evening.

I got a little taste of "root alcohol" last night, and had the soft stuff this afternoon.

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