maybe this is old news, but i just stumbled across this and thought it was pretty cool.  maybe it’s just the novelty of it being alcohol and beautiful, but all in all it is pretty interesting.

a company called Bevshots created a collection of photos of alcohol from a different perspective.  Their tagline “art.  distilled.”  a droplet of alcohol was allowed to dry for quite some time and then photographed under a microscope in a Florida State University chemistry lab.

interesting to see alcohol up so close.  kind of makes you forget how the hangover feels in the morning…..





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Even though I’m not a true fan of whiskey, sometimes a hot toddy is just what the doctor ordered (especially when it’s a twist on an old classic).  Warm up with this tasty beverage and let these colorful bracelets jangle as you raise your glass.

THE Kentucky Hot Toddy  via Food52

1/4 c Meyer lemon juice

1/2 c blood orange juice

1 tsp honey

1.5 oz bourbon

1 cinnamon stick

hot water

pour all ingredients into glass except cinnamon stick and hot water.  fill rest of glass with hot water, garnish with cinnamon stick.  drink!

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Just stumbled across this website (amazing).  At first I was a little discouraged seeing as it was only in pounds, turns out it’s NOT.  A lot of great fall and “southern california winter” items.  So, most likely after drinking a few Bloody Marys on a Sunday morning, you can lay around warm and cozy the rest of the day in your Joules Striped Sweater, beware not to fall asleep.  Day drinking can sneak up on ya.

Bloody Mary – RAP style

feel free to botch the measurements, I’m not even sure of what they actually are, but it always turns out perfect.

2 oz vodka

3 dashes Worcestershire sauce

5 dashes Tabasco

2 shakes celery salt

1/4 – 1/2 tsp prepared horseradish (not creamed, eh.)

1/4 lime, squeezed

salt and pepper to taste

tomato juice


spicy pickled green beans (awesome)

writing has become such a chore.

it is strange thinking that something like writing can create such stress and makes me feel like i’m 14 again dragging my feet to unload the dishwasher.  a chore.  it shouldn’t be.

embarrassed to say so, BUT, i just recently watched Julie & Julia with my mom over this lovely christmas weekend and found myself feeling as though “blogging” gives everyone, and their mom (literally), a voice.  and how the hell do you get heard??  do i want to be heard??  do i care about getting comments and having a following?  or do i just want to write to write?  i could write to write in a notebook or on a napkin or on the side of a wall.  but, no, i chose here.  “never write anything down if you don’t want anyone to read it.”  there has got to be a kind of selfish side of any writer’s intentions.  especially when writing a blog.  a struggle that Julie Powell felt herself in the midst of her fiendish cooking and writing whirlwind.

here i try to create some sort of image of myself that may or may not be true to life.  i want to write the way I want to write.  and someday, in a perfect world, no one will criticize me for it.  that world doesn’t seem to be stumbling across my path anytime soon.  so, in the mean time, i’m just supposed to write.  practice.  and the more people that read, the more comfortable i get with more people reading.  now, it is just discipline.  that being the hardest lesson anyone will ever learn in his or her life, you know besides a lot of those other difficult and meaningful lessons.

oh yeah…..and organization.  this seems like a resolution…..about that time of year.  and, like much of the world, i make mental resolutions every, actually, every few months.  and pretty much none of which do i actually follow through with: discipline.  many many years ahead of me struggling with this one.  carry on.

happy holidays.



CUVEE SANDRA PINOT NOIR.  period.  the. best. wine.

this is one of those wineries that makes you want to sell all of your belongings and buy a vineyard and start bottling your own wine.  does everyone have that dream??

this wine is out of this WORLD.  the smoothness is unparalleled.  there is just something that is a little different about this wine.  i have a lot of favorites and this one is just in a separate category.  it just feels real to the earth.  the wine has this sort of sediment in the bottle….maybe off putting to some, but learn to ride passed it and you will experience a wine dreams are made of.  i imagine drinking this out of short glass tumblers, outside in the breeze that floats the crisp white table cloth covering the short end table.  this red wine stains the cloth in overlapping circles and the breeze flows.  breathe sweet.  i don’t even imagine drinking this wine with any kind of food accompaniment.  totally and completely unnecessary.  just it.  snag a bottle someday.  i just wish good wine wasn’t so expensive.  BUT, it is.  see Bottle Shock….stat.


This mule just happens to be named Moscow.  And this one’s made of ginger beer, lime juice, and lots and lots of vodka.

The first time I consumed one of these babies was actually in the wintertime with my uncle.  The air was as crisp as it could get during a southern California winter.  It was late and I had just gotten home from work.  And what better than to be greeted with a cocktail.  I couldn’t have asked for more at that moment.  Actually, I take that back.  It could have been summer.  Which is why I am reminded of this zippy drink.

Everyone will call it “refreshing,” “thirst-quenching,” a drink with a “bite”.  And all I can say about that is DUH.  That’s why it’s so great.  And, turns out, there is a lot more behind this drink that I knew.  So, the story goes:

The mule was born in Manhattan but “stalled” on the West Coast for the duration. The birthplace of “Little Moscow” was in New York’s Chatham Hotel. That was back in 1941 when the first carload of Jack Morgan’s Cock ‘n’ Bull ginger beer was railing over the plains to give New Yorkers a happy surprise… Three friends were in the Chatham bar, one John A. Morgan, known as Jack, president of Cock ‘n’ Bull Products and owner of the Hollywood Cock ‘n’ Bull Restaurant; one was John G. Martin, president of G.F. Heublein Brothers Inc. of Hartford, Conn., and the third was Rudolph Kunett, president of the Pierre Smirnoff, Heublein’s vodka division. As Jack Morgan tells it, “We three were quaffing a slug, nibbling an hors d’oeuvre and shoving toward inventive genius”. Martin and Kunett had their minds on their vodka and wondered what would happen if a two-ounce shot joined with Morgan’s ginger beer and the squeeze of a lime. Ice was ordered, limes procured, mugs ushered in and the concoction put together. Cups were raised, the men counted five and down went the first taste. It was good. It lifted the spirit to adventure. Four or five later the mixture was christened the Moscow Mule…

from an article run in the New York Herald Tribune

Good enough for me.  Another very tasty variation is replacing the vodka with Mount Gay Rum.  Oh so good.  Cheers to the summer my friends.