||[Feb. 2nd, 2012|10:04 pm]
Right, so after the Captain and I split up the booze stockpile...and I had to go out and get a new...piece of furniture to hold the liquor. Look "bar" just won't work. Seriously, if I looked at one more little cutesy bar cart and thought okay, that'll hold the rum, but where am I going to put everything else? Not to mention, most of them had ginormous space for wine bottles...and I've got a perfectly good basement for that. I'm not going to store wine for any length of time up here in the kitchen at a temperature appropriate for rising bread or keeping GeezerCat and Merejoints comfortable.|
So, I found the perfect solution for me - two bookcases side by side. Bookcases for people who have a surfeit of....bottle height books? Hey, I'm not judging, tallbook people! BUT. Once I got them installed (And by installed, I mean me hauling them in through the front door, shooing cats, banging knuckles into edges and cursing) there was all of this empty space. What? Dust and cat hair accumulate in empty spaces! Quelle horror!
And putting the bottles on the shelves made me acutely aware of what I was missing. (Also what I had a wee bit too much of. Seriously, did at some point I imagine there was going to be some great international Madiera shortage?) And I filled in the requisite blanks certainly...but we all know I'm a WHORE for flavors. (Damn, I've added another one, haven't I? Hops and...now I've forgotten. Aging whore. Awesome.) So, right, I mean who can have a bar without creme de violette? Two kinds of honey liqueur...green tea liqueur? Seriously, that's got to pair up with gin, a touch of honey and....mint geranium...or maybe Rober's Lemon Rose...
Anyway, the shelves have been filling up...mostly with esoteric stuff and of course, I keep sniffing for more...so when I spotted a press release about Rhuby http://www.artintheage.com/spirits-products/introducing-rhuby/
I was instantly enamored. Their earlier release, Snap...well, I can't resist GINGER! So, okay, watch for that one, too. But Root, their original...eh, who needs alcoholic root beer...even if it's made with the closest thing to genuine ingredients now that you can't use sassafras. (For the record, when my liver fails, the booze had NOTHING to do with it. It was growing up with a Sassafras tree in the yard and chewing on the bark all of the time. All of the time. And birch bark. What the hell, was I child or a beaver? I guess I was sucking on clover blossoms too, and eating sorrel right out of the lawn. Parents, be careful not to leave Euell Gibbon's books lying about.
Anyway, my heart was set on Rhuby. Snap as a backup plan. But there I was in the County You'll-Buy-What-We-Carry-And-LIKE-It store and there it was, Root. And I'm a firm believer that if you want to encourage stores to carry cool stuff, you actually have to BUY said cool stuff. So, I bought it, thinking eh, I don't really NEED alcoholic root beer, but the bottle is very cool (We've established that I have bottle issues, already, haven't we, children?) and I need to encourage these SOB's that Monkey County deserves something better than 75 flavors of Bacardi crap.
Even though...alcoholic root beer...meh..
I LIED. I LIED. EVERYONE wants alcoholic root beer. Especially one with REAL ingredients...the kind that leaves the roof of your mouth just a little numb...like real rootbeer used to.*
When there were pterodactyls and giant sloths. And Sassafrass didn't kill your liver.
*For the record, the numbness is probably due to wintergreen which they use, in combination with other flavors to mimic sassafras. But I remember that feeling from the bark...although I was eating freaking BARK, so what the hell do I know?