New Year’s Day
We had a few close friends and family over for New Year’s Eve, which is always a good time because we are all what you may call boozers and maybe even beer snobs. I prefer enthusiast, because I have zero standards except that it has to taste good and I like drinking a lot of it. I’m reasonable. My brother started brewing his own beer and mead, and if you ever meet him you will probably know that within 13 seconds because he will either A) have a bottle of one of them in his hand, or B) find a way to bring it up within 12.5 seconds. His conversations have gotten to the point where they involve gravity, and all I know about beer and gravity is that it goes down into my belly.
I think it’s hilarious what a beer enthusiast he has turned into, and love that he is even considering pursuing it more seriously. He will occasionally mention something about microbreweries or a new recipe or distribution ideas, and if there is any sign that he really should look into any of this, it’s the fact that any conversation with him can go from socks to beer in an instant. He can’t not talk about it. Plus, his holiday brew recipe is actually one of the best beers I’ve ever tried. I’m not even biased. I won’t blink an eye at telling him something tastes like a rotten nutsack, and he knows that.
Here is a very tiny portion of the mess leftover. If you like beer and sugar, try that creme brulee stout. It might rot your teeth but it’s delicious.
I really need to get a binding machine, I want to make notebooks out of beer cases so bad.
My favorite vodka. Mix it with some Sprite and it tastes like Fruit Loops and milk.
I don’t know dick about making beer, but I do know all about making sriracha peanut butter cookies. This is a very popular treat when we have parties. They taste like a regular peanut butter cookie, then just as you think there are no more flavors, you get a tiny kick of sriracha. So unhealthy, so delicious.
Aside from a massive headache, I was awakened the following morning by some of the angriest televangelism I’ve ever heard. So literally awakened. The guy living under us was listening to an extremely angry woman who kept talking about Israel and the end times, and it was so loud it sounded like it could have been in our living room. I decided against picking up my hula hoops and dropping them every 5 seconds until he got the hint, and instead I popped some Excedrin and Josh made some delicious sweet potato pancakes. Slight variation of this recipe.
So let’s talk about how I had an idea to put 4 large candles in this jar on my new coffee table, and within 6 or 7 hours they turned into one large candle with 3 wicks. I didn’t exactly plan on it turning out like this, but I have no idea what the hell else I thought was going to happen. Now I have a big ass candle, and you’re a better person for knowing about this.
Josh picked a few things up off the floor while I was napping.
Chicken fried rice for dinner. Clearly dieting is not one of our resolutions. This is Josh’s variation of one of my food staples from before I met him. I’d make rice with chicken, celery, carrots, garlic, onion, slivered almonds, and soy sauce, and he took that and added in a fuck ton of butter and eggs. Basically he killed any nutritional value but it’s 10 times better. Of course.
And today it’s back to work. I’m really happy that as of the evening of the 30th, I met my goal of 60 sales on Etsy by the end of the year. New goal for 2013 – reach 200 sales? Big, but worth a shot.January 2, 2013
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