It’s time for another boxed wine review… and a few choice photos from the the Race Rocks lighthouse!
One thing that you cannot do when you’re alone on an island, is to wander into the local liquor store on a Friday afternoon and pick up a six-pack of beer. Instead you have to make do with what you brought ahead of time. And since a few beers wouldn’t have lasted very long, I opted to bring a box of wine instead. It’s all about longevity after opening, and space constraints.
Another Mail Art item sent to me by my sister. This one is a collage of four different beer labels/boxes and one wine label.
Date a boy who drinks. Date a boy who spends his money on fine alcohol instead of cars, who decorates his house with empty bottles instead of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit posters. Date a boy who has a list of beers he has tried, and a list of beers he aspires to try.
Find a boy who drinks. Not one who drinks ten Budweiser every Friday night, but one who tries a new beer every time he visits the craft beer section of the specialty liquor store. He’s the one who spends half an hour browsing in the liquor store, only to buy one beer. You see that weird guy asking for his whisky neat, and then having to explain to the sports bar waitress what that means? He’s the one you want. He can’t resist analysing the nose of the cheap whisky he just ordered.
Ian and I have been blessed with an unusual amount of food lately, and so we have had to become amateur gourmet chefs on short notice in order to adequately appreciate our new found food wealth! One such kitchen adventure recently involved making a carrot soup and baking brie stuffed mushrooms. While the ingredients that went into the mushrooms and the soup were rather important, and will be mentioned later, it was the liquid ingredients that really turned things into a party.