In the neighborhood:
12/4-5: arctic blast visits with overnight low of +7°. Seems more like January with a stiff eye-watering breeze.
DHS's outdoor forays often are to go out on the front or back porches where it is dry for 10 minutes, then time to come back in for a snack from his Dad:
One evening as we were closing up for the night, a pair of Buns at the Diner:
The last full moon of the year: Cold Moon
12/5: St. Nicholas Day Eve: C was buried with end of term work so I went and got the tree by myself. It was brisky but I was well bundled up, complete with a balaklava. No, I am not auditioning for an ICE job, lol. I found a small, yet rotund tree-it was oddly slim pickens out there this year-most trees were tall and skinny. Sheesh, the ozempic craze has made it to the frasier fir community? I put it up and got the lights on it for a fun ambience when we gathered around the hearth in the evening. We'll have our annual trimming party the following afternoon-vegan chex mix (yep, Whole Foods has vegan W sauce!), the Nutcracker ballet with Baryshnikov on the Tube, a nice fire going and a few drams of Mother's Milk aka Drambuie.
MamaDoe and her girls stopped by the Diner:
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A rare bird: A yellow male Northern Cardinal photographed in Alabama in 2018. His coloration is due to a genetic mutation called xanthism, which occurs perhaps once in a million births.
All about Drambuie:
Drambuie is a golden-coloured, 40% ABV liqueur made from Scotch whisky, heather honey, herbs and spices. The brand was owned by the MacKinnon family for 100 years, and was bought by William Grant & Sons in 2014.
The Story: In 1745, Prince Charles Edward Stuart (Bonnie Prince Charlie) brought a secret recipe for a personal elixir to Scotland during his failed rebellion. After his defeat at the Battle of Culloden in 1746, he was aided by the Clan MacKinnon on the Isle of Skye. As a reward for their help, he reportedly gifted the recipe to Clan leader John MacKinnon.
The name "Drambuie" comes from the Scottish Gaelic phrase an dram buidheach, which translates to "the drink that satisfies".
My connection: my Mom turned me onto this drink. It was a staple in their liquor cabinet. I always figured this was a nod to our McPherson ancestors but recently I found that drambuie is a main ingredient in a classic cocktail: the rusty nail. The recipe is usually 1:1 combo of scotch and drambuie served on the rocks. It had significant popularity in the 1950s and 1960s, notably as a favorite of Frank Sinatra and the Rat Pack. My folks were huge fans of Ole Blue Eyes and his crew so I now wonder if her appreciation was a two-fer.
Readers of Haluski will remember my moniker for drambuie in the Christmas Eve chats with my cats is mother's milk. I hasten to point out that I refer not literally to my Mom but to the slang meaning of something essential or deeply enjoyed.😼
Related: In Norse/Viking/Celtic/Irish traditions, a bride and groom were toasted with the drink of mead, an alcoholic beverage made of fermented honey. Brides were instructed to begin drinking mead but for a full lunar cycle afterward, a tradition believed to boost fertility, ensure prosperity, ward off evil spirits (fairies!), and is the likely origin of the term "honeymoon". The bride's father often provided this month's supply, making it central to celebrating the new union and hoping for conception, especially sons.
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Fun Vids
2 views of the sun:
A blissful tortoise:
Prehistoric Wollemi Pine, Australia-extremely rare species with less than 100 individuals left-location is kept secret:
World's tallest sandcastle, Germany:
Oldest human settlement in America-Oregon-roughly 18,000-20,000 years ago: Ancient camel teeth!
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FUBARland:
From 1969-Fairport Convention Genesis Hall:
And I know he would never mean harm
But to see both sides of a quarrel
Is to judge without hate or alarm
Oh, oh, helpless and snow
And you don't have anywhere to go
You take away homes from the homeless
And leave them to die in the cold
The gypsy who begged for your presents
He will laugh in your face when you're old
Oh, oh, helpless and snow
And you don't have anywhere to go
Well, one man he drinks up his whisky
Another he drinks up his wine
And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate
For those of a different kind
Oh, oh, helpless and snow
And you don't have anywhere to go
When the rivers run thicker than trouble
I'll be there at your side in the flood
It was all I could do to keep myself
From taking revenge on your blood
Oh, oh, helpless and snow
And you don't have anywhere to go
Oh, oh, helpless and snow
And you don't have anywhere to go























