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This weekend I have been mostly drinking…   Leave a comment

BUN-i-para-tivo (makes 2) — sorry about the blurry picture, but this is what it SHOULD look like

4 shots gin
2 shots lime juice
1/2 shot Agave syrup
1 shot pomegranate molasses
4 or 5 small basil leaves folded/crease a couple of times but neither crushed nor muddled
Ice to fill a Boston shaker after all the other ingredients are in.

Shake, strain into chilled cocktail glasses.

The recipe is one of those “what to do with the ingredients available” chimeras. I found the Juniperitivo recipe online, but didn’t have anymore mint (hence the sweet basil) and didn’t want to boil up a simple syrup (thus, agave).

Delicious, but more suited to the other side of Summer.

 

 

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Posted September 2, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Booze, Recipes

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This Bank Holiday Weekend I Have Been Mostly Listening To …   1 comment

  1.  The Beasts of Bourbon.  I didn’t know about these guys before Spencer P Jones slipped this mortal coil.  I’m not at all hip, but he was.  Instead, I was perusing the Death Pool to see just how badly I was doing against the other ghouls (currently #41 in my funeral home with the 44 points I got off Winnie Mandela), and he came up as one of the celebs I didn’t know, but should have.  When I saw the band name, I had to have a listen and it turned out to be quite moreish.  Brilliant stuff, including this cover of Psycho by Leon Payne (the Elvis Costello version is aces, too).

 

2. The Fish Police.  We went to the Smithfield Market 150th Anniversary Sunday and it was rainy and cold and full of children and absolutely dreadful save for the Fish.  We got home cold and wet and miserable and both of us had their tunes stuck in our heads.  Definitely the highlight of the day.

 

 

3.  Siddha yoga chanting.  I have this hour stripped to mp3 to go along with a wait for the sacrament to take.  You understand this or you don’t.  It doesn’t have to be Hindu, it could be the Rolling Stones or Louis Prima or Vivaldi.  But, it isn’t…THIS weekend.

 

4.  Richmond Fontaine‘s “Don’t Skip Out On Me.”  Willy Vlautin, singer/songwriter/ostensibly the leader of this band is rapidly becoming Jackie’s favourite author (and she reads voraciously).  She picked this up at HMV trying to keep her club card points up and it is an absolute delight (entirely acoustic, it is meant to accompany one of his novels called, strangely enough, Don’t Skip Out On Me — as an erstwhile soundtrack.  Good accompaniment to dinner, as well.

 

This Week I Have Been Mostly Listening To…   Leave a comment

 

The Fratellis’ “Costello Music,” Greatest Hits disks from The Pretenders and The Jam (all three were thrift store finds), and NPR coverage of the whole Trump/Manafort/Cohen/Giuliani shit storm.  More of the last one than anything else.

On the news coverage, they keep calling Judge TS Ellis, “TS Eliot.” The Wasteland is one of my favourites, but I am reminded more of this one:

“Let us go then, you and me
“To the penitentiary.”
–opening verse of The Swansong of J Donald Trump-frock by TS Ellis

and, further on in the poem:

“In the room the jurors told the court,
We’re convicting Paul Manafort.”

In spite of all that, the earworm I can’t shake is this:

 

Posted August 23, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in music, Politics

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This weekend I have been mostly drinking …   Leave a comment

 

Louisville Mules.  Essentially, they are just a Moscow Mule (2 shots of vodka, 1 of fresh lime juice, lots of ice, topped with ginger ale) with some mint leaves crushed in the bottom of the glass (the plague of mint continues).

Posted August 12, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Booze, Recipes

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This weekend I have been mostly drinking …   2 comments

 

Mint Juleps.  Jim Beam was on sale so I’m using it to eradicate this bumper crop of mint.  Needs must.

Mine is a Philistine’s mint julep.  Use a Collins shaker and pour 4 shots of bourbon on top of 1 shot of agave syrup (or a simple syrup or, even, 4 spoonfuls of confectioners’ sugar).  Pack in a healthy amount of crushed ice (from about 4 ice cubes).  Seat the steel side and shake the living shit out of it … especially if you went the powdered sugar route.  When either the metal gets frosty or the ice is melted (we’ve returned to the heat wave conditions of last month), pour it over some — or a lot of — freshly plucked mint.*

 


*From my copy of Mr Boston Bartender’s Guide entry on the Mint Julep:

“Follow this advice from Frances Parkinson Keyes: ‘Never insult a decent woman, never bring a horse into the house, and never crush the mint in a julep.'”

I have been guilty of all three, but not in a long time.

Posted August 5, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Booze, Recipes

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This week I have been mostly listening to …   Leave a comment

 

Not only Martin Mull (wearing my cousin’s baseball uniform, seen above, from Macon Central HS not far from Capricorn Records Studios), but a host of oddball records I got in the 70’s (everyone needs at least one Johnny Puleo and the Harmonica Gang disc in their collection).  Anyway, here’s a favourite track from “No Hits;” I give you Jesus Is Easy:

 

 

Probably no need to explain the “This Week I Have Been Mostly…” thread to Brits, here is the origin story of that one:

 

 

 

Posted August 3, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Made Me Laugh, music

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This Week I Have Been Mostly Reading …   1 comment

 

I don’t have many people at work I consider friends and one of them left the labs for good, yesterday, frustrated by the nonsense in the University, the Department, the lab and his research group.  He lasted nearly 2 years before The Great Funk (not the good kind, either) set in.  The brightest burn out the quickest (while a dim bulb like meself carries on toward the 10 year mark).  We didn’t have many conversations but every one of them was engrossing, intense, and completely free range (not free ranging, but free range, like chickens pecking at the soil).  During one of these, an offhand comment about acid during a longer discussion of one of my frequent head injuries (the one where I was struck by a falling tree whilst running in a snowstorm near Athens, Georgia) stuck with him; not a tripper himself but open to it, he applied his freakish eidetic memory to a choice of parting gifts and presented me with Michael Pollan’s How To Change Your Mind: The New Science of Psychedelics.  I am touched by this unusually thoughtful gift and I hope he knows how much I will cherish it (not least because I was going to buy it for myself when it comes out in a trades/paper edition).

I have also been reading my twit feed fairly regularly and recently added Existential Comics to list of followed accounts.  This is a recent one, typical of the genre: