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Opiates and Grain Neutral Spirits [Advent Booze Calendar: Boxing Day]   Leave a comment

codeine ibuprofen vodka

Visits to mom almost always included the retort, “my doctor gave me those,” to any comment on the giant bag of pharmaceuticals proffered along with a drink involving 6-to-8 shots of booze, two ice cubes, and a splash of mixer.   Here, we get opiates over-the-counter, cheaply and with the admonition that we shouldn’t take these more than three days (with one of us, ironically and systematically, spouting “what, are you my mom?” under our breath after the deal is done).  The drink and drug fest has to slow down soon, but for now, tear me off a blister pack of those and four fingers of that.

Last day of the Advent effort, and I may be awhile.  Happy New Year if it catches up before next time!

Previous entry here. Full list:

Date Name Type
Sun 01 Wood Brewery Chrismas Cracker bottle beer
Mon 02 Wye Valley Brewery Dorothy Goodbody’s Christmas Cracker bottle beer
Tue 03 Arkell’s Noël Ale bottle beer
Wed 04 Bewdley Brewery Bah Humbug bottle beer
Thu 05 Naylor’s Brewery Santa’s Bad Side real ale
Fri 06 Prescott Winter Season’s Best real ale
Sat 07 Blackadder Bah Humbug real ale
Sun 08 Oxfordshire Ales Uncle Scrooge bottle beer
Mon 09 Crabbie’s Orange and Spice Alcoholic Ginger Beer ginger beer
Tue 10 Everard’s Wonderland real ale
Wed 11 Everard’s Sleigh Bell real ale
Thu 12 Brains Santa’s Beard bottle beer
Fri 13 Hot Buttered Rum booze
Sat 14 Merry Down Cider cider
Sun 15 Cotleigh Red Nose Reindeer bottle beer
Mon 16 Hardy’s and Hanson’s Rockin’ Rudolph bottle beer
Tue 17 Mongrel’s Santa Paws real ale
Wed 18 Divine Yule Saison real ale
Thu 19 Bath Ales Festivity bottle beer
Fri 20 Otter Claus real ale
Sat 21 Thwaite’s Yule Love it bottle beer
Sun 22 Cotswold Spring Prancer bottle beer
Mon 23 Box Steam Brewery Christmas Box bottle beer
Tue 24 Vin Santo and Biscotti wine
Tue 24 Figgy Pudding Ale real ale
Wed 25 Egg Nog booze
Thu 26 Vodka and Codeine booze, drugs

Egg Nog [Advent Booze Calendar: Christmas Day]   4 comments

eggnog finished

First thing Christmas morning it must be Egg Nog.  Okay, more often it is a Bloody Mary made with a beef stock base, but that’s medicinal.  We went light this year and as a throwback to my childhood I made the Egg Nog recipe I grew up with.  This is not a good Christmas memory from way back when…none of them are.  But, the recipe is tight, and you should try it.

Okay,  here’s the recipe but with some of the memories attached (my childhood was not your childhood):

egg nog start

Whisk together some eggs and milk.  ‘Use the milk from the dairy, boy.  The top part with the cream.’

.. okay for this part one big serving takes two eggs, 1/3 cup milk, and 1/3 cup cream; if you have a cow, let the milk settle and take the top couple inches off a gallon after it settles, and a couple of eggs (scale up as necessary, keep the milk to cream ratio about 1-to-1)..

Once foamy but not solid, slowly add 1/3 cup sugar and an Italian’s pinch of salt (not an Italian’s pinch OF SALT but and ITALIAN’S PINCH of salt or about 1/6 tsp) and continue to whisk until still not firm (this is not a meringue, Boy).

eggnog middle steps

This part is critical.  It doesn’t have to be rum.  It can be bourbon or straight Canadian or even Bushmill’s straight whiskey but it should be 80 proof (40% abv,  even vodka works).  The idea is that the booze is drinkable and disables the bacteria native to the eggs–it ‘cooks’ the eggs but if it actually cooks the eggs it is ruined; you have to add it slow enough that the alcohol doesn’t cause the protein to denature–an art but not a high art–and then, once fully incorporated set the goo in the fridge for twenty to thirty minutes to finish the biocidal effects.  Anyway, slowly whisk 1/3 cup (or more, go ahead, do more it won’t kill you or the guest…trust me, it never kills the fuckers) into the mixture; slowly…do you hear me? SLOWLY so the egg proteins don’t solidify; you can’t go too slowly but you can go too fast.  Okay, if everyone is in a hurry (“ME NEED SUGAR, BOOZE, PROTEIN”) it can be too slow but the only way to make this edible is patience.

This is harder than you might think especially if you are successful the first time (…beatings…so many unnecessary beatings…) but really is worth the stress or, should you have avoided the  beatings (you pussies) and just lucked into this (you’re welcome) and find it happily awaiting you in a glass, nonjudgemental and smooth and, frankly,  a delight then you should scrape a few grindings of nutmeg atop and sip away whilst listening to some delightful Christmas crapola — I would suggest the Flagpole Christmas White Album or one of the Christmas Cocktails line of recordings, but feel free to DeeJay whatever-the-fuck works for you (you’re all at the hospital with salmonella before lunchtime, anyway).

Best to all, sorry if any of this was a bummer (a third cup of booze will be a start on forgetting it, btw).  Christmas ain’t Christmas if it ain’t dark.  Or, intoxicating.

Previous entry here.

Vin Santo with Biscotti [Advent Booze Calendar: Christmas Eve]   6 comments

biscotti and vin santo

This has been a holiday tradition at ours since the mid-80’s…bake up a shitload of biscotti and splurge on some Vin Santo to dunk them in.  In the civilized world, they have this year-round; we savages, on the other hand, have to make do with the very occasional special occasion and nothing is more special than catching a 6:35 am bus to sort a lab flooded with funky cooling water on Christmas Eve.  Yesterday’s beverage here.

Box Steam Brewery Christmas Box [Advent Booze Calendar: 2 Days Till Xmas]   2 comments

box steam christmas box

The massive duckling is thawing (breasts for dinner tomorrow, cassoulet on Christmas) and the fence nearly destroyed in the 70 mph gusts of this storm seems stabilised.  Settling into the Christmas Box, the penultimate of the pre-Christmas Advent Calendar beverages seemed a good way start the mid-afternoon movie session (watching Scrooged, which I have only seen one scene of–the one where Carol Kane is kicking Bill Murray’s ass–but I’ve seen it dozens of times, à la Groundhog Day, flipping channels).

Overall: Box Steam never let’s me down.  This has a lot of the character of a boilermaker (American version) made by dropping a shot of peaty Islay malt into a glass of stout.  Good stuff.

Colour: Coal tar.

Aroma: Machine shop…cutting oil and hydraulic fluids.  Compelling, to me.

Mouth: Not as full-bodied as I expected, and more bitter and astringent than I would have predicted from the other evidence (and the label).

Flavour: Quite bitter but a good back note of chocolate and dried fruit…European fruit like cherries, nothing tropical.  Definitely something from the cold lands for people living with early sunsets.

Yesterday’s entry here.

Cotswold Spring Prancer [Advent Booze Calendar: 3 Days Till Xmas]   2 comments

cotswold spring prancer biscotti

We made the annual Christmas trip to Franco and Anna’s Italian shop in Gorse Hill and (due to sudden traffic on this site searching for places to buy Vin Santo in Swindon) bought up their remaining stock; then we headed home and I started baking the biscotti di Natale. Then, a miracle happened.

It’s not a miracle that I decided to drink a beer, but it is one that the Cotswold Spring Brewery managed to make something so spectacular out of nothing more than hops, malt, yeast and water (no flavouring or aromatic agents at all). Unusual for these reviews, I will try hard to give an accurate – if not erudite – representation of this spectacular beverage (shifting the order of the reviews to match the order in which this stuff delighted me):

Colour: A brown deep and warm that would make stronger men weep for some lost love; think the colour of Bambi’s mother’s eyes if you can’t fish around for something more appropriate.

Aroma: Spicy and, I shit you not, strongly reminiscent of the Monstrous Erection Sloe Gin that, sadly, no longer is available.

Flavour: There is a sweetness and tang that reminds me of mince pies with a bit of orange peel added to the mince and perhaps some spelt or rye flours added to the crust. Not a small hint of rye whiskey, either.

Mouth: Full bodied and tart-to-very-bitter; so full-bodied, in fact, that it struggles to clear the mouth of the gooey biscotti dough it now competes with.

Overall: My god. Really, Jesus on a stick. I do not have words for how wonderful this is. I am purchasing a few more bottles to parse through the coming months since it is bottle conditioned and the active culture will continue to change the product through to at least the ‘USE By’ date, handwritten on each bottle (May 2014 for the ones I bought on the hill):

cotswold spring prancer use by

Yesterday’s beverage review here.

Thwaite’s Yule Love It! [Advent Booze Calendar: 4 Days Till Xmas]   2 comments

thwaite's yule love it

Overall: Bitter and sweet competing almost equally (what better metaphor for Christmas).  Very much like an American blond, odd for a brewery started half a decade before the War of 1812 (sorry Brits, I know you had other things on your plates back then, but the Americans remember this one like it was yesterday).

Colour: Gold

Aroma: Frankincense (or some other aromatic I can’t put my finger on)

Mouth: Myrrh – bubbly, medium density and waxy on exit

Flavour: Weed: it really wouldn’t be Christmas without the tree, or in this case a shit load of weedy hops

Yesterday’s entry here.

Otter Claus [Advent Booze Calendar: 5 Days Till Xmas]   2 comments

otter claus

 

Biased by our personal histories we are forced to judge the world accordingly.  I know, and have known for a long time, that the Otter Brewery is down in Devon but my first Otter Bitter was nearly five years ago in the Lazy Otter near Stretham (on the River Ouse) then every other pub I hit on the Great Ouse seemed also to stock the stuff, so I have a very Fen-centric view of the brews.  Today in the Fork Handles I found Otter Claus waiting for me.

Overall: Not much different from Otter’s Bitter, but that’s not a complaint.

Colour: Streets by the Wisbech docks after a flood, ferric red/brown.

Aroma: A spring jog along the mouth of the Great Ouse close to the Great Wash, with cereal growing in the fields and sugar beet fumes billowing from the factories.

Mouth: Medium but a bit sticky.  I’m sure this would prompt an argument with those that know better but it’s an argument that reminds me of pointing out how heavy the accents in East Anglia actually are (like Californians, they think they don’t have an accent, and like Californians they are dead, fucking wrong).

Flavour: All business: bitter, curt, and sharp; but, also a farm business with some of the social niceties left intact, like the floral scents in the aftertaste.

Yesterday’s entry here.

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