There must be something in the air. I’m night sure if it’s because our house has no tree or decorations, or if it’s because of this seemingly later in winter type weather, but it doesn’t feel like the holidays to me. Nor does it feel like my birthday, which is coming dangerously close. J and I haven’t finished our shopping, and I’m fairly certain I’ll be cooking my birthday dinner…which is totally fine with me. But for some reason, it really doesn’t feel like December 16.
On the “almost-eve” of turning another year older, I’m apparently learning new things about myself and my palate. Apparently, I like whiskey. After years of refusing to drink anything brown (good tequila aside, of course) I have developed a slightly inappropriate relationship with New Holland’s delicious artisanal whiskey, Zeppelin. I’ve found myself, on more than one occasion in the few months since the bottle has lived on the shelf, forgoing my usual choice of a beer or glass of wine, instead pouring myself two fingers of the toasty, vanilla elixir. Sometimes with an ice cube, sometimes neat.
This discovery really means two things in my life. One, I’m definitely getting old. And two? I’m clearly the daughter of my father, and the granddaughter of his mother. It also means that if you have the option, I highly recommend picking up a bottle, or trying it at your local watering hole. It really is that delicious.
So while I’ve got no visions of sugarplums dancing in my head, I guess the process of self-discovery, with relation to boozy goodness, is clearly just as good.
Is it just me? Or are the holidays dangerously close with less festivus in the air?