September 2009
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Experiment 640(a): Whiskey Sour Congealed Salad
A group of friends have a mostly-biweekly themed potluck, and this weeks theme was essentially “food from the ’50s”—we were focusing largely on the Jello aspect of it, but I thought it might be good to pursue something in the cocktail vein while I was at it, and deconstruct a Whiskey Sour into a congealed salad.
For those who haven’t had one, a Whiskey Sour is at its...
“Sorry we couldn’t have given you more notice, but we didn’t want you Earth...”
– Shouts & Murmurs: Attention, People of Earth : The New Yorker
There is something in the first whisper of the chill of an autumn night that makes me feel that ache, like I’m in love.
Maybe it’s that every significant relationship I’ve had has had its beginnings in the fall air, the first kisses set against a quiet night where the summer insects had hung up their instruments for the year, and two bodies having the heightened pleasure of...
