Can’t believe I never heard this before…Our priest read it in mass today & I was caught offguard–got all choked up to the amazement (or chagrin) of my kids…It’s a good one!
I accidentally made the original recipe of this and found it tough to choke down–I made some tweaks and it was fantastic…then I saw in the original post where I found the recipe, a modified recipe and it was great too…this is the formula I settled on:
3 ounces Koloa Gold or Mount Gay Eclipse rum
1 ounce lime juice
1/2 ounce Velvet Falernum (never heard of it? you have been missing out!)
1/2 ounce dry curacao (i haven’t tried this drink with anything else, but I think Cointreau, Grand Marnier or triple sec would also work; cold-glass calls for Clement Creole Shrubb which I never even heard of but I’m guessing it’s the best)
1/4 simple syrup
Chill your glasses. Shake this with ice. Strain into two glasses and enjoy. This is my new favorite cocktail…
post-purge repost (originally posted April 2018)…
Nowhere in this article does it mention the systematic policy attack on truckers. Extreme restrictions on truckers’ flexibility over when to drive has crushed productivity–rising wages or line-hauls won’t make up for having to spend more hours idle for every delivery. Demand for truckers is going up not only as demand for transportation has increased but also as each trucker is forced to be less productive, an effect that compounds the shortage of drivers by causing truckers who can’t make a living to exit the industry resulting in even fewer trucker-hours to meet rising demand.
I have seen the momentum toward autonomous trucking accelerating past that for passenger cars since the company Otto was created by some well-connected tech folks to retrofit existing trucks with self-driving technology–that’s a sign of a short timeline IMO.
This WSJ article is portraying the undersupply of truckers as an unfortunate market failure–watch out for future articles that build on this underlying false assumption to argue that we have no choice but to adapt infrastructure to self-driving trucks in a hurry.
Of course, those who pay the freight will love such a subsidy allowing them to switch to a government-subsidized technology rather than compensate for government-implemented productivity crushing policies with higher wages. My guess is they are all in this together. Similarly, the uber-lyft model does not work without self-driving technology. Billions upon billions of dollars have been pumped into these businesses for years by very smart people–surely they know driverless is coming despite the tremendous cost and disruption it will visit upon taxpayers and laborers alike.
Maybe I’m wrong, but the way this article deliberately ignores the real problem with declining trucker supply makes me wonder, Why even write the article? Obviously, there’s some agenda at work. We will see what it is. #WTWOF
Trucking Companies Are Struggling to Attract Drivers to the Big-Rig Life
The U.S. freight market is speeding ahead, but recruiting new truck drivers to meet demand is proving harder to rev up.
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For the fatigued palate…just what the doctor ordered!
If I ever had a cold and had to go to work–at least during my waitressing years–Elsie, the old German matriarch of the night crew, would have me sip a shot of Green Chartreuse (maybe that’s redundant, but there is a Yellow Chartreuse!) Boy would that stuff clear out your sinuses! Ever since then, I’ve thought of Chartreuse as medicine and stayed away–until now. As I cycle through the easy stuff–the approachable cocktails–I find some of them start to taste the same, especially the gin sour types (my favorites). The flavor profile that isn’t so approachable–the anise-to-menthol type stuff like absinthe and Chartreuse are a bit more challenging but a welcome change of pace…I’m a huge fan of equal parts cocktails because they’re usually boozy & balanced but most of all because the recipes are so easy to remember! All booze cocktails are a bit hard for me to swallow these days, though, so I like an equal parts with a bit of citrus. The Last Word is all of the above & I do believe it has a bit of a cult following and I totally get why…Here ya go (from cold-glass.com)
3/4 oz dry gin (I loved Nolet’s in this but plymouth, etc will do)
3/4 oz green Chartreuse (expensive but worth it…warning, the darn stuff is 110 proof!)
3/4 oz Luxardo maraschino liqueur
3/4 oz fresh squeezed lime juice
Keep the drink small so it stays cold; make sure you put your nick & nora or martini glasses or coupes in the freezer before you start making the drink, & shake it with ice until very cold. Strain & serve….Then find a quiet place to sit and savor…
1½ oz. fresh lime juice
1½ oz. Mezcal
1 oz. Amaro Montenegro
1 tsp. light agave nectar
1 large egg white
Angostura bitters and lime twist (for serving)
Shake lime juice, mezcal, amaro, agave, and egg white in a cocktail shaker (or in a tightly lidded 1-qt. glass jar) until frothy, about 1 minute. Fill shaker with ice, cover, and shake again until outside is frosty, about 30 seconds. Strain through a fine-mesh sieve into a coupe glass. Garnish with a few drops of Angostura bitters (drag a toothpick through drops to create a swirly pattern if you wish). Top with lime twist.
Hurricane (my Mardi Gras pick)
1 oz orange juice
Juice of a half lime
1 tbsp simple syrup
1 tbsp grenadine
GARNISH WITH CHERRY AND ORANGE SLICE
HOW TO MAKE:
1. Add rum, passion fruit juice, orange juice, lime juice, simple syrup and grenadine into a shaker.
2. Shake and pour into crushed ice-filled hurricane glass or other specialty glass.
3. Garnish with orange and cherry.
Alabama Slammer (hear me out!)
I wrote this story some time ago about my oldest child. Although my story relates to filial love rather than romantic love, I still thought it was suitable for Valentine’s Day, and because the T-shirt referred to in the story is a Ron Paul rEVOLution shirt, I couldn’t resist posting it! [this post is part of my effort to restore my posts after the Wordpress purge]
“That says ‘LOVE,’ like me!”
Two years after my son Luke was born, we went on vacation to a family-friendly resort in Mexico. While I was swimming in the big pool with Luke, a woman came up to me and said, “How old is he, Mom?” I said, “two.” She bade me follow her and led me to her family. She introduced me to her husband, her two daughters and her son, a real corn-fed looking blonde teenager who had Down syndrome, like Luke. I was still struggling to understand what life would be like with a child who had Down syndrome so I was happy to meet her son, but as had happened before when I met people with Down syndrome, I was completely lost trying to communicate with him. His language was totally unintelligible to me. As a well-educated person and voracious reader with the gift of gab, all of my interest in human interaction consisted of exchanging ideas. I couldn’t get anywhere with this kid and finally gave up. I asked the parents a few questions beginning to think about politely exiting. As the conversation was winding down they mentioned what a joy their children were to them, and pointing to their son, now back by the pool, the father said, “Just look at him, he’s all love!” But all I saw was a boy with a chromosomal abnormality with whom I could not imagine having any kind of relationship. I truly could not see what they saw, but I was comforted to think he made them feel good.
Six years have passed and Luke is a beautiful, articulate, charming 8-year-old boy. But does he ever keep me running! He gets into trouble every chance he gets, often darting from the scene, mischievously looking over his shoulder to get a kick out of me dashing after him or catching a falling bookcase or battling whatever mayhem he left in his wake. He wasn’t potty trained until he was 5 ½, he needs continuous supervision at school so he doesn’t escape (he was found blocks from the school on two occasions last year), and he will dump his food on the floor just to watch the dogs come running. No matter when he goes to bed he gets up at 5:30 a.m. and will empty his dresser drawers if no one hears him stirring. In short, this kid is a lot of work…but it’s worth it. Luke is hilarious and sweet and oh-so-cute. And he really is smart and clever and surprises us all the time. But I will say this for having a child this demanding: You have to be dedicated! It puts a strain on your marriage and requires that your other children make many sacrifices, but when it goes right, you can see how everyone in the family becomes richer for the adventure.
Nowadays I love to see other families who have children with Down syndrome. Those kids put a smile on my face. So not long ago, when my husband and I had the opportunity to grab a quick bite at Chick-fil-A–just the two of us–he pointed out to me a young man who had Down syndrome sitting with his family on the patio. The boy looked healthy, happy, composed and confident. I got a closer look at him as he walked past us through the restaurant to get something he needed from the counter. As he walked by I observed, “Everything that boy is, all that he can do, is the result of love. All his confidence and competence is the product of the people who love him taking great pains, time, effort and patience to make sure he could do what he needed to do and do it right and be proud and secure about who he is and his place in the world.” It touched me deeply to see in that one boy with his straight back and purposeful gait the years of love and selfless devotion his family must have committed to him. I hoped my own efforts would be that fruitful.
A few weeks later, my husband put on a shirt and in the design appeared the word “Love.” Luke looked at it and said, “Look Dad, your shirt says ‘love,’ just like me!” He laughed to me, “Luke’s so funny—he knows he’s LOVE.” And in my mind’s eye I remembered the woman at the pool and her husband, and I recalled her son and, clear as day, I saw what they saw.
I sent this to a friend who has a son with Down syndrome…I told him it was NSFW but he didn’t listen! I was genuinely moved by his comments so I am sharing them here…it’s true–once you have a child with Down syndrome you are just drawn to them–you run up to them in grocery stores & freak their parents out! It’s a real phenomenon!! Truly, these kids are gifts from God…
OMG! I loved this article and can relate to all of it! The unknowing, the Chaos, the strain on every aspect of life, but the true LOVE that these amazing humans are and display, trumps all of those bad days, moments and weeks of unending, frustrating, hair pulling and teeth-gnashing times of struggle to learn, eat, use the bathroom, obey simple commands etc. etc. etc. I truly feel that my worldly perspective changed for the better the day Josh was born. Now when I see anyone with DS, I’m finding ways to get closer and interact with them, drawn to them like a magnet! Thank you for sharing this, i’m crying at work by the way….
To make up for lost time, WSB is giving me a few extra shows…here is our schedule for the next few weeks:
Sunday February 24, 12-2PM ET
Saturday March 2, 3-6PM ET
Sunday March 3, 12-2PM ET
Saturday March 9, 5-6PM ET
Sunday March 10, 12-2PM ET