Retrospectivity
Jan. 26th, 2015 04:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI was just wondering whether haggis might be a panacea, or at least a cure for the common cold, for I did feel so much better today; only then, on the instant, I felt worse again. Also I seem to have shared the lurgi with Karen, to my eternal shame; she's feeling rotten. And demanding tomato soup for supper, which I shall attend to forthwith.
However: I did walk all the way to the library this morning, and write half a page of deathless, and hurry home after. And I've just been to Lucky's and back (see above, under soup, tomato, fixin's for).
Talking of fixin's, I do rather like this thing where friends come with equipments and ingredients, and a steady stream of cocktails emerges from the clubhouse through the day. I think there should be more of this. Of these occasions. *nods*
It may in fact not have been the haggis so much as the alcohol that helped me over the hurdle yesterday. I did drink whisky - including Laphraoig at cask strength, thank you very much - and gin and wine and more. We even resurrected the Samaritan cocktail*, which was created for a party when my first novel came out, back in '88, when some of you were not yet born. And we did finish the evening off with a bottle of rather good vintage port. Again I say, we should do this more often.
*The brief was that it should be quite long, bloody, and bitter-sweet, like the book. So: take a wine glass. Insert a measure of gin, a measure of cassis, a dash of orange bitters and a splash of orange juice; then top up with dry vermouth. That's a Samaritan.
However: I did walk all the way to the library this morning, and write half a page of deathless, and hurry home after. And I've just been to Lucky's and back (see above, under soup, tomato, fixin's for).
Talking of fixin's, I do rather like this thing where friends come with equipments and ingredients, and a steady stream of cocktails emerges from the clubhouse through the day. I think there should be more of this. Of these occasions. *nods*
It may in fact not have been the haggis so much as the alcohol that helped me over the hurdle yesterday. I did drink whisky - including Laphraoig at cask strength, thank you very much - and gin and wine and more. We even resurrected the Samaritan cocktail*, which was created for a party when my first novel came out, back in '88, when some of you were not yet born. And we did finish the evening off with a bottle of rather good vintage port. Again I say, we should do this more often.
*The brief was that it should be quite long, bloody, and bitter-sweet, like the book. So: take a wine glass. Insert a measure of gin, a measure of cassis, a dash of orange bitters and a splash of orange juice; then top up with dry vermouth. That's a Samaritan.