Monday, January 31, 2011

Life is a Thrice Baked Potato





It's all a crusty shell with the vague promise of something tender and tasty inside, only I discover it is really just a wrinkly, rattling husk.  So, I need a potion, a lotion, a pomade, a poultice. I need lots of butter and sour cream. I need a trusty method with which to restore and maintain hope.
  We are all planets orbiting our own, self absorbed solar systems.  A thousand and one misunderstandings occur every day, throwing harmony out of whack.  And it's no one's fault and everyone's fault.  Some one simply must be to blame...it always feel much better when we have someone, anyone, upon whom to focus our displeasure. Straw men and scapegoats are the real heroes in this never-ending tragicomedy.
  I'm feeling philosophical again.  Someone shut me up before I raise my voice. x

Drink Me


                                                     from Prague to Budapest, hot wine is the best

   I'm revelling in sickness today.  I'm an ugly bag of mostly snot.  My body is too warm but I shiver nonetheless.  The spirit is willing, the skeleton says, "forget it, girl."  I'm going to self medicate and share my remedy with you all.  It will not cure me but it will help me muddle through with much more cheer.
  There is only one way I can drink red wine.  I have to warm it up, add cinnamon, clove, lemon or orange slices, and a touch of honey.  It is therefore forralt bor, hot wine...drinking it otherwise means  treating myself to raging and relentless headaches.
  Try it, on the downhill side of winter, amidst the doldrums, while the cold weather still encourages a  warm, soothing drink.  Use cheap wine (two buck Chuck would do quite nicely), don't spend too much, but feel as if you are really treating yourself.  Enjoy the ritual of adding whole spices to your specific taste.
And please use whole spices...powdered cinnamon while create a funky slime at the bottom of your cup.

                                                                  FORRALT BOR

     One bottle of red wine...I prefer dry
     assorted citrus slices....I actually like to use lemon only, but oranges, having marinated in the bor for a
     spell, are succulent and  humble joy to savor
     whole cloves and cinnamon bark chunks, to taste...use a tea ball to flavor the wine if you don't want
     a chunky drink
     drizzles of honey, to taste

     Place everything except the honey into a medium saucepan, on medium heat.  Bring to just under a
     boil...let simmer about five minutes.  The longer this simmers, the more alcohol burns off.  Keep the
     mixture warm on a very low heat.  Ladle out a portion and add honey to taste.  Add a splash of rum,
     Vienna style
     Do share, spread the cheer, or enjoy in delicious solitude. x




                                                           homemade forralt bor with lemon