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Thursday, January 15, 2015

Invocation for the Holiday Bottle

I have studied the art of drinking under many dedicated tutors.  Each has imparted their preferences and rituals as time, money, and life stage allowed.  After my adolescent encounters with cheap beer, or homemade moonshine in the woods, I found my first drinking tutor in Bloomsburg who showed me how to effectively conceal cheap booze in soda.  After college I learned the art of the after work happy hour and had some excellent tutoring in the bars of DC. Then as my career progressed, more tutoring on drinking at the business lunch, business meal, and others, learning to know when to order the beer and when the martini was appropriate.   My last tutor did me the favor of refining my palate a bit.  I knew the rules, but he helped me work on points for style.  Some of those points are pretentious or simply hogwash, but the process of refining a style was great and I learned a lot, but mostly the importance of having an opinion on the booze in your drink.  

Now I find myself in a slightly more remote chunk of the world and to some extent have become the tutor for those around me.  I firmly believe that drinking should be taken seriously, and done well. It can be an art.

With that background, I gave my peers a bottle of Bacardi 8 for the holidays, and with it, the Invocation below. I thought it might stir some thoughts or perhaps make you thirsty…..And while this isn't a prayer, I feel it earns the title “Invocation” just the same.

Gents,
There has been lots of Bourbon talk around the floor recently.  Just for the record, that’s not a bad thing.  I have had opportunity to try many derivations of the fine amber spirit and find it is suitable for sippin year round here in Albuquerque, provided proper care is taken in selecting the right bottle. 
It’s for certain I’m the loudest among us, and I will venture that I take my drinking a bit more seriously than most as well. So it shouldn't surprise you that I have a few drinking rules.  For example: no Gin after thanksgiving, until the leaves bloom again in the spring.  Perhaps my favorite rule has to do with drinking alone. Generally drinking alone has its place; there are times when the couch and a beer are perfect. There are also the times when drinking should be social.  It is with those times in mind, that I give you this bottle.

I’m a fan of what I like to refer to as the Modified Russian Rule, or MR’s rule.  Eastern European friends of mine taught be about the Russian Rule over a few bottles of vodka.  Essentially, as far as they were concerned, this is how men drink. The Russian Rule:
1.       Place bottle on table
2.       Provide glass to each person
3.       Host fills each glass then his own
4.       Host proposes a toast
5.       Drink!
6.       Never fill your glass first, always pour for everyone
7.       You must leave the table rather than refuse the toast.
8.       The toast rotates around the table

In this method there is lots of chest pounding and singing, and since I don’t sing, modifications are necessary. The Modified Russian Rule:
1.       Place bottle on table
2.       Provide glass to each person
3.       Host fills each glass then his own
4.       Drinking commences
5.       Conversation
6.       Guest/ host refill glass as they like

The MR’s a bit less robust but there is a hitch.  Since guests fill their own glass as they like.  There is less peer pressure to keep drinking.  So if you provide bad booze, chances are someone will quit too soon because they don’t like the drink.  Vodka has almost no taste so it suits the Russian Method well.  But since we aren't singing, vodka is out, which in my opinion is generally a good rule.  The aforementioned bourbon is a fine choice for this type of drinking if you are with serious bourbon drinkers.  Eventually its heavy palate will wear out even the most dedicated, and the sips from the glass will get further apart.   Scotch will do the same, only faster. Tequila has its own rules so it’s out of the running, as do wine and beer. 

That leaves us with Rum.
Rum is perfect for the MR’s drinking rule.  Rum can be mixed with almost anything and taste good, which is useful if you have a woman in your vicinity.  Rum is also not a “shot glass” type of drink. I don’t think I have ever seen someone ask a bartender for a round of rum shots. Rum is unexpected, so your guests will be surprised.  Rum is social, just look at Jonny Dep. Rum is good on ice.

This rum is exceptionally smooth and slides down very nicely when sipped over ice.  You can mix it, but why would you want too? So for your next card game, or the next time you strap on your drinking shoes, pull out this bottle, give everyone a glass, and settle in for a brief trip to the other side.  If necessary you can add a dash of bitters, or a cherry, even an orange slice if you need to get fancy.  I however recommend it on the rocks two fingers worth at a time…..careful it disappears quickly!

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Local Yokel

For those of you who don’t know me, and for the remainder who haven’t figured out how to profile me, allow me to introduce myself.  I’m a Male human; of mixed European descent (Slightly more German than my last name would have you believe). I was born a Pennsylvanian and lived in the Pocono Mountains.  I have siblings and parents, 4 limbs, hair and all of the usual organs.  I have other personal attributes associated with my genetics, just like you, and your siblings and parents……

Nothing earth breaking here and I’m sure many of you could claim some of the same attributes as I do, since I’m sure we are only all 6 degrees away from Kevin Bacon http://www.thekevinbacongame.com/.  Thing is, we didn't earn or choose any of the attributes in our genetic code.  We were born this way, like it or not.  Conceived, born and raised due to the decisions, choices and preferences of our parents, and maybe whatever was playing on the car radio that night.  So heritage has happened to all of us, you can’t choose your heritage.

                Hey stork, yeah it’s me, down here in the package.  Listen up, you drop me off at a nice Irish house or I’m gonna be a hunter when I grow up!

 I’m fairly sure that has never happened, so the question strikes me, “Why do we have heritage pride events?” 

Saint Patrick’s Day is an excellent example.  Besides a classic drinking day, what is the point?  We are choosing to highlight a culture that by the very nature of being born American is proof that someone in your lineage chose to leave.  Yes, it’s nice to have a Guinness and wear the Kelly green. But the celebration in this country is as much about claiming to be Irish, as it is about being Irish 1 day of the year and then being thankful that someone made the choice to come to America.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m Irish and I love the Irish, you could just as easily place any other ethnicity group in this country in this bag.

I also question the people who take great pride in their long extinct relatives.  Telling me that your great, great, 2nd Uncle twice removed, on your mother’s side, was Lord Admiral Nelson, does nothing to impress me.  In fact I’m a bit concerned that you took the time to research it and then announce it as if it’s at all relevant in today’s world…..Just because you have royalty in your blood doesn't give you any more sway in my current world, except to maybe highlight some potential inbreeding issues. Just the same, if your granddaddy was Lee Harvey Oswell, doesn't mean you should be distrusted and barred from owning a gun.

What got me thinking about this is the pride people take in their hometown.  I have a home town but I didn't choose it.  It was great to grow up in the Poconos, but again, I didn't choose it.  However, I can say “I’m local”, and that is worth something to other locals.  I guess it’s a solidarity thing.I'm local and I can prove it! http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=cutterman

I have moved around a good bit and in some cities the idea of “local” is more powerful than others.  DC is a great example of a city where being local is less of a big deal, Philadelphia is exactly the opposite.  Philly is a City made of neighborhoods, being a local to the neighborhood is instant street cred. 

Albuquerque is home now, and in many ways it’s similar to Philly, just on a smaller scale.  In some neighborhoods locals have a pride about being local. In most cases they will tell you about how they would leave if they could, and then follow it up with a comment about how I would understand if I were a local.  I like to counter, that since I chose to live here, knowing full well what I was getting into, I have a greater sense of belonging than those who were born here.  With that folks typically question why I would move to this city.  I have my reasons, but it still strikes me that we celebrate those who were handed a birthright more than those who made a conscious decision. 

This all leaves me to wonder, is Saint Pats day a big deal in Ireland? If not, perhaps the holiday is not really about the heritage at all, but more about celebrating those who choose to leave it for a better life.