"There are countless horrible things happening all over the world and horrible people prospering, but we must never allow them to disturb our equanimity or deflect us from our sacred duty to sabotage and annoy them whenever possible." -Auberon Waugh
Wednesday, December 9, 2020
Working-with-your-hands Wednesday
Seems like a lot of fuss for a couple of coffee scoopers, but the end result is beautiful.
Well, as a frequent coffee drinker, I think these would be useful, but there's no reason he couldn't make shot glasses, I suppose.
Btw, I'm not much of an alcohol imbiber, but a friend at the agency where I used to work gave me a Mason jar full of whiskey - which was apparently made by members of her family, who absent-mindedly forgot to pay taxes on it - and it has a big ol' cinnamon stick in it. She said it was called "apple pie". She gave it to me a couple of years ago, and I take a sip or two on special occasions, and it's just about the best stuff I ever tasted in the alcoholic beverage family. I'm sure I've mentioned it on my blog before, but your comment about the shot glasses reminded me that it's about time for another snort.
I had E.coli/sepsis 6 years ago or so. It beat my liver up a little bit. Even though my liver is completely recovered I haven't had a drink since. Don't miss it at all. Hell I've quit things that I like a whole lot more than booze, like windsurfing and river running
Thank God you recovered! I can only imagine how hard the fight was. I can understand abstaining from drink, but why quit windsurfing and river running?
I think the point of all that isn't the product, lovely as they are, but the love of the process. Many years ago I used to do a little woodcarving (a flex shaft Demel is all I had and a crummy cheap scroll saw) and belonged to a woodcarver's club for a little while. They're a funny lot, but they have artistic souls.
FTR, I love "apple pie", but you are right, Mr. Paco sir. It's way too good to drink more than a shot or two, because it's seductive in the extreme. You don't realize how much alcohol you're taking in because it doesn't taste like it has any in it at all. I mostly abstain for health reasons, but ever so often one must consider quality of life.
There's a lady here in Texas who make the most beautiful lazy-susans. They are works of art. Her husband cuts and preps them out of maple, then she paints them.
River running. Is that where you shoot down a fast-flowing river upside down in a kayak, drowning and bumping your head on the rocks on the river bottom? Actually, I'm sure that wasn't your experience, but I'm pretty positive it would have been mine, had I ever tried it.
I worked with a guy one time who arranged to take extra time off for vacation so he could go kayaking out west somewhere (the Snake River, I believe). He later showed us pictures of some of the stretches he traveled. Man, I wouldn't have flown over that water in a helicopter, let alone tried to maneuver in it like some kind of human cork. That dude was one serious river rat.
Rebecca: Right-O! The process is what it's all about.
Yeah, that apple pie will creep up on you fast. In that sense, it kind of reminds me of sake. The first time I ever had that, it tasted so good, and seemed so mild, I just told 'em to keep it coming. After a while, I attempted to stand up, and found out I had been cut off at the knees.
Ah, the scent of fresh ground coffee. A few decades ago, I would go with my Aunt E to the grocery. They had a large old-fashioned grinder. I always hoped that we'd come in as the scent was still fresh. Enjoy!
Back in the days of Subic Bay Naval Base, there were two drinks prepared by the pitcher in bars in Olongapo - Bullfrog and Mojo. They were deceptively smooth, no discernible bite of alcohol, and were a common trap for first timers on liberty. You could put away glass after glass and think you were doing fine - until you weren't.
Every story about a newbie's first experience with drinking Mojo or Bullfrog ended with "... and then I stood up."
Sounds like the fate of newbies in Germany when I was stationed, especially the second time.. They'd be taken to the local gasthaus. For most, this was their first duty station, and first time out of the USA. They didn't know that beer is stronger in Germany. After discovering the difference they still usually refused to give in because they wanted to "keep up" with their hosts. This was just the usual beer, then there was the bock.
For all that effort, he could have made something useful, say like shot glasses.
ReplyDeleteWell, as a frequent coffee drinker, I think these would be useful, but there's no reason he couldn't make shot glasses, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteBtw, I'm not much of an alcohol imbiber, but a friend at the agency where I used to work gave me a Mason jar full of whiskey - which was apparently made by members of her family, who absent-mindedly forgot to pay taxes on it - and it has a big ol' cinnamon stick in it. She said it was called "apple pie". She gave it to me a couple of years ago, and I take a sip or two on special occasions, and it's just about the best stuff I ever tasted in the alcoholic beverage family. I'm sure I've mentioned it on my blog before, but your comment about the shot glasses reminded me that it's about time for another snort.
I had E.coli/sepsis 6 years ago or so. It beat my liver up a little bit. Even though my liver is completely recovered I haven't had a drink since. Don't miss it at all. Hell I've quit things that I like a whole lot more than booze, like windsurfing and river running
ReplyDeleteThank God you recovered! I can only imagine how hard the fight was. I can understand abstaining from drink, but why quit windsurfing and river running?
DeleteI think the point of all that isn't the product, lovely as they are, but the love of the process. Many years ago I used to do a little woodcarving (a flex shaft Demel is all I had and a crummy cheap scroll saw) and belonged to a woodcarver's club for a little while. They're a funny lot, but they have artistic souls.
ReplyDeleteFTR, I love "apple pie", but you are right, Mr. Paco sir. It's way too good to drink more than a shot or two, because it's seductive in the extreme. You don't realize how much alcohol you're taking in because it doesn't taste like it has any in it at all. I mostly abstain for health reasons, but ever so often one must consider quality of life.
There's a lady here in Texas who make the most beautiful lazy-susans. They are works of art. Her husband cuts and preps them out of maple, then she paints them.
Deleteck: Sounds like quite the nasty bug.
ReplyDeleteRiver running. Is that where you shoot down a fast-flowing river upside down in a kayak, drowning and bumping your head on the rocks on the river bottom? Actually, I'm sure that wasn't your experience, but I'm pretty positive it would have been mine, had I ever tried it.
I worked with a guy one time who arranged to take extra time off for vacation so he could go kayaking out west somewhere (the Snake River, I believe). He later showed us pictures of some of the stretches he traveled. Man, I wouldn't have flown over that water in a helicopter, let alone tried to maneuver in it like some kind of human cork. That dude was one serious river rat.
Rebecca: Right-O! The process is what it's all about.
Yeah, that apple pie will creep up on you fast. In that sense, it kind of reminds me of sake. The first time I ever had that, it tasted so good, and seemed so mild, I just told 'em to keep it coming. After a while, I attempted to stand up, and found out I had been cut off at the knees.
Those are pretty spoons! If I wasn't do darned utilitarian (I grind my coffee, and that appliance measures the coffee for me), I'd look at buying one.
ReplyDeleteAh, the scent of fresh ground coffee. A few decades ago, I would go with my Aunt E to the grocery. They had a large old-fashioned grinder. I always hoped that we'd come in as the scent was still fresh. Enjoy!
DeleteOh, and I never had "apple pie" whiskey before.
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand, any river that I ran, it was on a road or levee that paralleled it. I don't think building bridges across rivers counts.
But going THROUGH rapids? No sir!
Back in the days of Subic Bay Naval Base, there were two drinks prepared by the pitcher in bars in Olongapo - Bullfrog and Mojo. They were deceptively smooth, no discernible bite of alcohol, and were a common trap for first timers on liberty. You could put away glass after glass and think you were doing fine - until you weren't.
ReplyDeleteEvery story about a newbie's first experience with drinking Mojo or Bullfrog ended with "... and then I stood up."
Sounds like the fate of newbies in Germany when I was stationed, especially the second time.. They'd be taken to the local gasthaus. For most, this was their first duty station, and first time out of the USA. They didn't know that beer is stronger in Germany. After discovering the difference they still usually refused to give in because they wanted to "keep up" with their hosts. This was just the usual beer, then there was the bock.
DeleteI row the big boats, no tupperware kayaks for me. We call kayakers klingons, they're always hanging on to your raft asking for beer or food.
ReplyDeleteLike raccoons hanging around an RV at a KOA campground, eh?
ReplyDeleteBullfrog and Mojo
ReplyDeleteMan, just for kicks, I'd like to dive into one (or both) of those.