from Alicia McEwen, MS
1.5 oz Bourbon
1.5 oz Pomegranate juice
1 teaspoon cherry syrup
3 dashes of Angostura bitters
Shake well. Garnish with three cherries.
Served at the November 08 Cocktail Experience. This is our traditional bedtime cocktail. Easy to make. Helps you sleep. Good for digestion. And the pomegranate is a cancer fighter so I guess you can call it a health drink.
from Howard McEwen, CFA
2 oz Bourbon
1 oz Sweet (Italian) Vermouth sometimes listed as Rosso
1 teaspoon cherry syrup
3 dashes of Angostura bitters
Shake well. Garnish with a cherry.
When you’ve had a hard day at work and need a jolt to knock you out a bad track, this easy to sip-hard not to gulp cocktail will do the trick. Limit one please if you’re driving. This was served at the November 08 Cocktail Experience.
Here’s the recipe for the Marty Jack made to our personal tastes:
1 ½ oz Laird’s Apple Jack
¾ 1:1 Simple Syrup
¼ oz Authentic Grenadine
2 tsp Fresh Squeezed Lemon Juice
Shake well, serve in a chilled cocktail glass, garnish with a thin slice of Golden Delicious apple (no granny smiths please) and a maraschino cherry.
This will be served at my March Cocktail Experience. I prefer brown liquors over clear. Alicia commented that the Jack Rose seems to be a combination of the two. She’s right.
The Rocky Mountain News is dead so I’ll offer up some advice I’ve given before.
If you’re a struggling business: Return phone calls.
There’s been millions of navel gazing words written about the death of traditinal print media at the hands of the interwebs and television, but I would like to offer up another suspect…the newspapers themselves.
First, American newspapers are boring. Read a single article by any of the UK papers and you’ll see what I mean.
But I think another reason would be that in my few years writing for various publications, the folks at those pubs just don’t return phone calls…unless it’s something they want NOW! They must teach this is J-school because I’ve found it at local magazines and national. I’ve found it at various newspapers.
It’s not that people decide to not buy the paper because some editor didn’t return their phone call, but it shows that the folks at the papers have an attitude that is extraordinarily self centered with little consideration given for others.
I’ve called a few people on it (usually whent hey finally return a phone call needing me to do some quick work). I’m given the excuse that they are always busy, always on a deadline. Yeah, join the rest of the world chump. If you want some always busy, always on a deadline, try the world of self-employment.
Hey guys, your market share is shrinking. You’re going to be out of a job someday so you might as well be – at a minimum – courteous to folks who may someday be able to help you get a job.
But don’t expect me to return your call before that unemployment runs out.
My New Years Resolution to read a work of Dickens a month through 2009 has died. It died a slow death and finally gave up the ghost on page 243 of Oliver Twist. Oh, I’m sure it’s great an all, but the kid bugged me. The people bugged me. Silly Victorian elements bugged me.
I tried to salvage my resolution and switched to – WATCH a work of Dickens a month so I netflixed up Polanski’s recent Oliver Twist. That died 27 minutes in when I couldn’t understand a thing that Ben Kingsley’s Fagin was saying.
So now I’ve switched over to reading the novels of Dashiell Hammett. There’s only 5 novels. I picked up a collection. I’m into the Thin Man. There’s only 82 years between the birth of Dickens and Hammet. Almost 100 years between the two novels. Not much more than between today and the appearance of the Thin Man.
From Oliver Twist to Nick and Nora.
This world spins faster than astronomers tell us.
Here’s the link. Take a listen
We talk Tuesday’s dow drop, the stimulus package, Japan, the power of cash, and Sarah Palin’s Apple Bush – whatever that is.
Nothing irritates and enrages people more than refusing to agree with them that the end of the world is at hand, that things are worse today than they’ve ever been, and the world is headin straight to hell.
Stay positive – realisitic – and you’ll be their enemy for life.
I had a sick kid at home so to be nice I picked up her favorite comfort food – Chipotle Chicken Fajita Burrito, then stopped by the library to pick up a few books for her to read.
The library was being used for free tax prep for seniors. A couple dozen sat around waiting their turn. There was a look on there face that was a combination what-the-heck-happened-to-my-life mixed with the don’t-make-eye-contact-with-the-person-next-to-me gaze that’s usually reserved for the DMV, the dentist office, or porn theatres.
A heard a couple grumble about it taking too long.
But none of them was reading. They were surrounded by books and their preferred mode was to not browse the stacks, but to sit and stare into space….listlessly.
I did take five minutes and watch them. No. I didn’t happen to catch them all at a bookless ebb. They just sat there.
I’m counting that as reason #1,723,489 of what’s wrong with people.
I’m rejecting the post-modern. It dominates our culture, of course. It has since I was born.
I’m tired of the ironic.
I’m tired of the nihilistic.
I want to laugh without scorn and giggle for glee’s sake solely.
I want to be happy in the face of life’s inherent sadness; not glum in the face of abject wealth.
A couple weeks ago, I got some good news. A nifty literary publisher expressed some interest in a book proposal I sent them. It’s a historical novel set in fin de siecle Kentucky. Now, I’m excited again. There’s not a lot of money in writing books – at least for the author – but there is a bit of prestige so that’s good.
Lacking anything to post today, I was going to just throw up the first chapter that got that publisher nibble (no contracts are signed yet). However, just as I was about to do that I discovered that another group in print media seems to have “been inspired” by an idea I offered them. Now they’re doing it without me. So now I’m afraid someone will use that first chapter to steal that idea – I know, not likely, but I’m sensitive now.