Traditionally, on January 25th, kilted individuals gather together to celebrate the birthday of Robert Burns, the renowned Scottish poet. Haggis and cock-a-leekie soup are had alongside neeps & tatties in the traditional observance of Burns Night. These are accompanied by Scotch whisky and the reading of poetry. I rarely do things so formal: usually raise a dram & read some poetry. This...
Shots in the Dark (binnys.com) →
I spent New Year’s Eve blind-tasting vodka (more on that in a bit), but here’s a fun bit of blind tasting from the folks at Binny’s. (For those outside of Illinois, Binny’s is like the Ikea of alcohol. Or the Toys ‘R’ Us of tipple. Or… well, you get the idea.)
Tellin' Little White Lies by the Light of the Moon
“… and a moonshiner goes down.” That phrase, said as the latest Discovery Channel hit went to commercial, bothers my wife. Really bothers her. She knows who the narrator is talking about, and it feels dishonest to her. After watching the run of the first (only?) season of Moonshiners, I think her feelings are dead on. Moonshiners is engaging television. Discovery follows the...