The Naming of Alcoholic Drinks

The passionfruit vodka smells even more passionfruit-y than passionfruits.

National Poetry Month: Spring and Booze

Courtesy of Li Po:

"Life in the World is but a big dream;

I will not spoil it by any labour or care."

So saying, I was drunk all the day,

Lying helpless at the porch in front of my door.

When I woke up, I blinked at the garden-lawn;

A lonely bird was singing amid the flowers.

I asked myself, had the day been wet or fine?

The Spring wind was telling the mango-bird.

Moved by its song I soon began to sigh,

And as wine was there I filled my own cup.

Wildly singing I waited for the moon to rise;

When my song was over, all my senses had gone.

Omar Khayyam, in his Rubaiyat, adds the following. 

Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring 

Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: 

The Bird of Time has but a little way 

To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing. 

May your spring be a lovely one filled with birdsong, my dear and indefatigable boozers.  

In Solidarity with the Boring Old Ladies

A young gentleman of the Peace Corps once told me that before meeting me, he thought only boring old ladies did needlework.  This comment was prompted by my then work on a cross stitch dragon.  It's one of those remarks I find annoying, but not enough to fight about.  Cross stitch is done by old ladies, young ladies, boring ladies, not-so-boring ladies, and at times even by men.  I happen to like cross stitch, and cross stitch in the company of other craftsy women is even better, thank you very much.  The back of my hand to gentlemen who are judgmental about my stitchery.

In solidarity with any boring old ladies (though I've never met any boring ladies who cross stitch), I have recently finished a cocktail sampler, which will eventually be framed and in my kitchen.  

At the suggestion of a different gentleman of the Peace Corps, I altered one of
the panels to demonstrate the classic PCV drink.  

Onward to the next project, my indefatigable boozers!