Welcome to another Friday, but this Friday is squarely in garbage time. I always make this comparison this time of the year: The calendar year is essentially a football game. (American) Thanksgiving is essentially the two minute warning of a blowout game. We’ve got the ball and all we need to do is kneel it out and we’re done here. However, someone keeps calling timeouts to prolong the year, and not letting us skip to the end.
Anyway, speaking of Thanksgiving, I still have some leftover cranberries I picked up last time I was down the Cape and why not incorporate them into making a drink! I felt creative and made this one up on the fly, somewhat eyeballing proportions of the main ingredients. I decided bourbon over vodka since Cape Codders already exist, and I wanted explore more whiskey and cranberry cocktails:
2 oz. bourbon
About 3/4 oz cranberry juice
1/2 oz. Fresh lemon juice
1/4 oz. simple syrup
Add ice to a cocktail shaker. Add all the ingredients and stir until chilled. Strain into a cocktail glass. Garnish with fresh cranberries.
A slight whiskey forward nose, along with slight hints of cranberry that eventually shines though.
This is nice. It starts off a touch on the sour side thanks to the cranberry juice. Though I think I added a touch too much of either the cranberry or the lemon. The sour flavors are a touch too strong, but not by any means drink ruining.
I could also bump up the simple to balance it out a little bit. Which might not be a bad idea actually. It does get a touch lost, but I think that’s because it’s doing its best to counter the cranberry and lemon
As to the bourbon, it’s mostly undetectable, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I get some of the base flavors through the sour mixture, but the whiskey harshness is all but neutralized, with just a touch to let you know there’s whiskey
There is certainly something here. I really liked the flavor combinations going on here. Its visually appealing as well, especially with the fresh cranberries as a garnish. Maybe I’ll add some rosemary, to further drive home the seasonality of this concoction.
(Banner image courtesy Matthew Tetrault Photography)
Pupdate: This is how I sound in my head with Evelyn
https://youtu.be/7Ox0Ehq-FRQ?si=hHSxkHdysIEMxDQn
Damn dog jumps up on you ALL. THE. TIME.
Stop to consider that maybe she should be allowed to do whatever she wants at all times.
She’s part German Short Hair Pointer, and we’ve come to learn that they love being lap dogs. At 70+ lbs. Good times the MrsSloth is looking forward to, since she claims this is her dog.
https://www.tiktok.com/@zuccosdoghouse0/video/7431627682426686763
Wow, that did not link to the video of Pointers sitting on their owners laps. link fail.
I saw dogs in laps, seems good. Our Bernese Mountain Dog mix (approx 140 lbs) crawled on top of me while I was napping on the couch. I woke up to sharp elbows in my gut and him chewing a rawhide happily on my neck. He may have been trying to kill me, but also it was adorbs.
Big dogs don’t know they’re big in the same way that the Johnny Manziel’s of the world don’t know that they’re bad quarterbacks.
I have a ginourmous Maine Coon cat sitting on me at the moment. My legs are both asleep. It’s time for everybody’s snack, I’m not sure I can walk to the kitchen.
My sister has one of those. Big ol cat!
Get down, get down!
https://youtu.be/QGKiC2suCHQ?si=w6ImU4M0lzIP9zsn
No garbage time for me, gonna be super busy at work until the 18th.
Say a prayer to the patron saint of garbage time, maybe something good will happen.
Reading the Wikipedia article about The Pretenders, and learned this important fact about Chrissie Hynde’s earlier projects…
was initially called (Mike Hunt’s) Dishonorable Discharge
ONE OF US ONE OF US
Garbage Time is how Matt Eberflus describes the last 30 seconds of any game.
Yeah. Charles Woodson Bourbon back on Fridays!!!
Gonna run out soon. I’ve very much enjoyed it
Remember in 2008 when all the car company executives had to travel to DC for their bailouts via commercial airlines because the private jet ‘optics’?
How do we get these same pressures put on all the remaining insurance company CEOs?
They and their entire families either get put on ADA or they have to use another insurance company and file claims like the rest of us. This will fix shit real fast.
“The taste of bourbon is undetectable to you too?”
-Maxx Crosby
So I need a ruling on the LDB challenge and will abide by the decision of the DFO collective. I was in the local overpriced corner grocery/coffee shop too obtain much needed caffeine two days BEFORE Thanksgiving and heard LBD on their Muzak. Am I out?
/Note that I was sufficiently impacted by my exposure to you folks to say “Shit” out loud when I heard it, prompting the barista to give me a dirty look.
I think you’re clear because it doesn’t start until the post is up.
anything before 12:01 AM your time on Nov 29th 2024 does NAWT count.
Thanks for the eligibility rulings — I will see how long I can avoid LDB, I am already an old man shouting at Christmas commercials that now seem to come on right after the trick-or-treaters leave, but goddamn it pissed me off to hear that songbefore I even got my fried turkey.
Little Drummer Boy Challenge Update:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9iFyc0dPqig&pp=ygUec3RhciB0cmVrIGFsbCByZWQgc2hpcnQgZGVhdGhz
That sucks.
Cause we’re old and still use the clock radio as an alarm, the radio station that it’s turned to, started to play all Christmas music, so was sure that not only was I going to be woken up to early for work, it would be to the LDB. Fortunately, Mrs GTD hated getting woken up to Christmas music, so the station has been changed to something else.
My mother-in-law is arriving in town tomorrow night, and staying with us into the new year. She’s fine, but I’m thinking I should probably get my last hard drinkin’ night of the year in this evening.
Your house, your rules.
Oh, it’s nothing like that. It’s just that she’s a gentle, sweet, timid old woman and I wouldn’t want to make her uncomfortable if she were to find me passed out drunk somewhere with no pants on.
I’m sure the Roomba will find you first. Just program it to pull a blanket over your exposed regions and you’ll be fine.
Right, right, program it so those spinning brushes come within inches of my genitals while I’m unconscious, what could possib-lie go wrong?
so you’re just worried about her finding you passed out drunk then?
/ no pants
Feed her edibles so she gets out of your way
My own grandmother got super-chill when she got into her nineties. I bet she would have been on board with something like that.
Does she bring her own vacuum, or does the Dr. Mrs. let her use one the spares?
I would drink this, and I’m not a fan of brown liquor. Off topic immediately, but I just saw someone call the CEO killer the
” Insurance Adjuster” lol
It’s definitely in the wheelhouse of someone that doesn’t like whiskey
Chris Rock summed it up pretty well back in the day:
This guy just took over Humana this year.
It sure would or would not be funny if he got gunned after less than a year at the helm.
https://humana.gcs-web.com/management/james-rechtin-0