Sunday, December 28, 2014
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
In honor of my far away family, both over seas and in the middle of the prairies, I have created the Erfurt Slammer. It consists of equal parts bourbon and gin, half a part simple syrup, a twist of grapefruit and two dashes of bitters.
It is like a sweet pinecone smoking a corn cob pipe. Delicious.
Jennifer has been huge into The National for the past two weeks or so. We've listened to all the albums, with a particular emphasis on Trouble Will Find Me. There is a song about three quarters through the album called "Pink Rabbits" in which the narrator describes a scene where he is "just sitting in my fainting chair, drinking pink rabbits." Epicureans that we are, we endeavored to make this poetic drink. The internet lore has it that the drink is made with strawberry Nesquick, Kahlua, and tequila. I fancied it up with some frozen strawberries blended up with sugar and milk rather than the fake drink, and I went for name brand booze.
Then we gave it a shot.
Pink, with a bite from the tequila, and an oddly comforting coffee wang, they are not nearly as bad as you might think. Jennifer prefers hers with rum, not tequila, however. We'll let her get away with a small deviation, it's her favorite band after all.
Monday, December 22, 2014
|See that, IT'S PHILADELPHIA!|
The fun part was going over the details with the head of my department. Rina is a bold woman, though not honestly so bold on a bicycle. She's pledged to be ready to roll for next spring, and also pledged that I'd be fired if I took any pictures of her on a bicycle. She rode like a champ though. A rusty champ.
|Let's see if she reads my blog.|
|The Bike Share Family|
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Sunday, December 07, 2014
|The founder of the feast|
Aside from the standard of beers, overeating and bb guns, we had a new kitten to play with, and fat bikes to ride. Howie the cat was about as lively and rambunctious as one could possibly hope for. Though he shredded everything in sight, it kind of made me (and to a lesser extent Jennifer) want a kitten.
Since it had snowed abut 4 inches Wednesday morning, my dad had the prescience to bring home two fat tire Charge Cooker bikes from the shop. Nothing quite as awesome as monster trucks mating with mountain bikes and making babies for us to ride on.
|Natalie crushing it through the back yard|