WP_20151015_20_42_15_Rich_LISo naturally,  anytime I’m out and about, I’m drinking.

But picking what to drink can be a real pain in the ass. It’s like ordering coffee. I drink a ton of coffee but I’m picky as hell about it. I like straight espresso. But most places suck at making the actual coffee, and depend on the mixes and sugar to make it drinkable (see: Starbucks et. al)

Alcohol is much the same. I like to drink wine, but most places serve expensive, high-alcohol fruit bombs. Also wine goes best with food, and I’m not always up for a full meal. Beer is a great drink usually. If you can find something that is a local drink it’s typically light in alcohol (relatively) and you can get some really fascinating flavors depending on what the brewmaster intended. But drinking beer when you fly is not optimal, as it’s just too gassy to enjoy in a low-pressure air cabin.

Then you have mixed drinks. These can go either way. On the plane, you can never go wrong with a Bloody Mary. Good flavor balance. Hydrates. and any vodka will do in a pinch. There is usually at least one good whiskey in stock, and whiskey goes with everything. If you are on Hawaiian Air, they have Trader Vic’s Mai Tais. Last time we flew Hawaiian I emptied their stock. That was epic. I could barely walk.

Now we are in the hotel for the next two days getting ready for dance sessions and competition. That’s what I like about dance, unlike gymnastics there’s always a bar nearby.

I think I’m going to experiment with cocktails. I think an Old Fashioned sounds good as a start.


As always, Denise gives a good breakdown.

Originally posted on Raw Food SOS:

I keep doing this thing where I stand in the shower writing blog posts in my head, emerging from the suds giddy and prune-fingered, feeling strangely accomplished about the words I have not yet typed. And then I squeegee the fog off the bathroom mirror and tell myself you can do it Denise! and think about how awesome it will be to actually update my blog after so much horrible silence. And then I load WordPress and think I’m blogging, I’m blogging, I’m finally blogging, it’s really happening.

And then suddenly it’s three hours later and I’ve opened 800 new browser tabs in Firefox and have become distracted by something shiny, Facebooky, or delicious, at which point all hope is lost.

This madness must end. Today, we blog.

So now I stand before you here in Cyberland, up on my soapbox, rantin’ muscles ready to flex. In case you haven’t…

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There are very few occasions that cannot be made better by the inclusion of attendance at an Irish Pub.

I’m downtown tonight, as Sasha and Katya are out at the Macklemore concert, which will end sometime around 11pm to 1am. We can’t be sure, as it has been tweeted, apparently, that since tonight is the final day of a three-day set, that he plans to run some kind of mega-encore. We shall see.

Since I didn’t want to leave the girls outside after the concert, I chose to stay nearby so once they call I can pick them up right away. My default location for hanging out in downtown is our boat. I have free parking, and it is nearby to most of the city center. Unfortunately, it is fucking freezing out here, and even with heat on the boat, it is just too damn cold to get comfortable.

I went out, fixed the cover on top of the boat (which is coming apart, and I need to build a new one) and made sure the place was ok. Looking down the lake, I remembered that a new pub “A Terrible Beauty” has just opened this summer, and that sounded like a much better home base for the next few hours than a freezing boat.

While I like going out anywhere to drink, few things beat an Irish (or British) pub. My first main hangout in college was the Unicorn pub. When I moved to Russia, I had Rosie O’Grady’s, and Irish House. My former test manager at Microsoft retired and opened a pub/microbrewery just off campus. When that was sold, We found Three Lions in Redmond was our best source for Premier League Football, with a good dartboard to boot.

We literally lived in Pubs on our trip through Great Britain. (Note: I mean literally in the literal sense. Our first room was above a pub called The Blathwyat)

I’m not sure, but I imagine that a lot of Americans enjoy sports bars in the same way that I love pubs. Perhaps growing up with British Cars influenced my bar tastes as well. In any case, I’d rather avoid the bright, loud American bars and burrow into the dank, dark pubs. A smell of boiling cabbage and bangers, and perhaps a baking kidney pie doesn’t hurt either.

Guinness is always on tap. Guinness for Strength.


I must try this. Looks like an amazing mix.

Originally posted on The Domestic Man:

Carne de Porco à Alentejana is a traditional recipe from Portugal, made from a combination of pork, wine, paprika, clams, and black olives, and typically served with roasted or fried potatoes. When a reader first suggested I tackle this dish, I was floored by the seemingly odd ingredients list; but much like Chicken Marbella, the offbeat ingredients mixed together perfectly to create a unique taste that’s more than the sum of its parts.

While the name might lead you to believe that this dish originated in the Alentejo region of Portugal, it’s actually from Algarve (the Southernmost point of the country). Legend has it that chefs in Algarve gave the dish this name to let diners know that the pork was from Alentejo-raised pigs, who were fed acorns and had a flavorful meat. At the time, pigs in Algarve were fed fish scraps from the burgeoning canning industry, and…

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Truly Shocking (said no one at all).


A great post that almost anyone can agree on, regardless of diet preference.

Originally posted on Swarthmore Co-op Blog:

In this fast paced culture, processed foods are becoming the new norm. Follow this guide to start eliminating processed foods from your diet today.


Check the label

This is really the only way to find out what’s in your food. Don’t just look at the front either – that’s more likely to read “natural” or “low fat” when in all reality, the food you’re about to eat might be just the opposite. The heart of the matter, the ingredients, lies on the back of the label, below the nutrition facts. Some say if the label has a laundry list of ingredients, avoid it. But, it’s important to know what you’re reading, what’s healthy to consume, and what’s not so healthy. Artificial sweeteners (high fructose corn syrup, corn syrup, splenda, stevia, brown rice syrup, cane juice just to name a few), hydrogenated oils (vegetable, soybean, corn, canola), sodium nitrates &…

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