This post started out as a paragraph on the previous post about mead, but I realized there was more to it than a paragraph or two. So, here we go. I have to say, another big reason why I’ve re-delved into mead is my wife, my best man, and his wife. See, my wife, “Bea”,… Continue reading The Viking Winter is Coming
I have the memory, hazy albeit, of sitting on the balcony of the apartment that my friends Sonny and Lara once shared in Mid-City, drinking a bottle of mead with them and Bea, brewed by my friend and future groomsman, Andre. And goddamn, was it delicious. A bit thick/heavy, spicy, sweet, and a high ABV.… Continue reading Mjød
This evening was loosely planned out. We (the collective we (when is ‘we’ not collective? I guess I meant extended.) – including Pistolette and hubby) have our old friends and progenitors of PizzaNight™ in town tomorrow, so I found myself with a free Friday night. And before she kills me with either her .50cal Desert… Continue reading Nothing is ever according to plan
Thank you, Imminent Ned. I made the above image the other morning after seeing something similar on r/NewOrleans. Yes, Mardi Gras approaches (Holy Crap, Krewe du Vieux is Saturday!), and I’ve been immersing myself in Game of Thrones and work. And mead. I’ve almost finished book five of GoT, and I’ll never finish the mead… Continue reading Brace Yourselves. Mardi Gras is coming.