Obedience,
Privilege,
Obligation,
Service.
[The] phrases
Rolling over
[Me]
Unstoppable.
I didn’t know…
What I..
Do better…?
Go!
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Wish You Were Here!
Cocktail of the Week: Southern Godfather
What a crazy holiday season! D and I have been attending so many parties, events, and get togethers that making cocktails at home was superfluous! With the New Year in swing though our social calendar has cleared up and making cocktails at home makes sense again. I’m starting the 2014 with a variation of the Godfather, a scotch whisky cocktail. I don’t have any scotch whisky, and I’m not really a fan of scotch whisky it tastes too much like peat smells, or what I imagine much of the moors of Scotland smell like. Instead I’m using good ol’ American bourbon!
Southern Godfather
- 1 1/2 oz. Whisky bourbon
- 3/4 oz. Amaretto
Build over ice in a rocks glass. Stir to combine.
*Add splash of cream to the drink to make it a Godson.
I was initially excited about this cocktail. Bourbon and Amaretto are two of my favorite liquors. I was hopeful that they’d be two great tastes that taste great together! But, it didn’t turn out that way. These were two great tastes that had me pursing my lips… I tried to salvage the drink by adding some milk, turning it into a Godson and the cream did make it more palatable. It also left me thinking of how better the cocktail would have been if it had been a completely different cocktail.
Resume Normal Transmission
Well, here I am. Back in Davis. Back at my old office. Back doing my old work. There are some new faces at work and some new places in Davis. By and large though they seem unchanged. As if when we left they were folded into a pocket of time and left until my return.
What seems different is me and my relationship with this town and my work. I know how important Davis is now. Knowing what you want also means worrying that it won’t be there for you at some point. The desire to preserve is strong, sometimes it goes too far, it can be corrupted into a desire to retard. To push against the flow of time, of growth, change, life. The key to staying young isn’t not to grow old but to not ossify, not become rigid. I never used to worry about this; I never felt I had opinions, ideologies, or thoughts worth keeping. But, now I find myself being reactionary, not because of any inherent flaws or negative opinions but rather because something is new and different…
Uh-oh, it looks like I’m rambling. Before I lose my small audience completely I better stop. Hopefully, normal posts will resume this week or next as I settle in and resume the life I had here before D and I left.