Normally I like to put on a real good show for booze weekend on account of I love booze and I loooove sending emails and writing blog posts while drinking. But this week has me drinking to cope, not to enjoy it. I recently started taking accounting at business school and it is kicking. my. ass. Just: WHAT THE HELL? What, might I ask, is wrong with money in, money out? Simple, straightforward, ACCURATE. But nooooo. Accounting has to go and get all liabilities and equity and fucking assets. Plus, I'm moving across town. Plus, my job is just as busy as ever. So: no time for leisure drinking.
You know when they did have the time for leisure drinking?
My mom found this gem in our very old farm house. As the cover predicts, it is very no nonsense.
(Also featured: my Barney Stinson sheets.)
For the most part, things are pretty straightforward. Gin is still gin, whiskey is still whiskey. But Fancy Drinks diverges into unknown territory with regular requests for "fine ice." What is fine ice? Finely chopped ice? Ice made by an ice maker? (Oh, wait.) What isn't fine ice? Ice from the stable chipped by a pick?
Drinks are also often measured in wine glass servings. Such as:
EGG NOGG (Plain)
1 tablespoon Sugar
1 fresh Egg
1/2 glass fine Ice
1 wine-glass Whiskey
Fill up with Milk
Shake thoroughly in an "egg nogg" shaker, and strain. Grate a little nutmeg on top and serve.
Anyone unclear on how much whiskey to use and how much milk? And anyone grossed out by the ingredients of egg nog that I try to forget?
Once I'm all settled in the new place, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to work my way through this thing Julie and Julia style. Abigail & Fancy Drinks: A Drinking Live Blog. Or maybe for Tumblr: Fuck Yeah Fancy Drinks.