warriorsavant: (Quebec sait faire)
Red Velvet. Not the cake (which I like also), but a mixture of a red beer and a cider. Sounded weird but with potential. The first sip was a bit weird, but the taste quickly grew on me. Nice mix of effervescent and tart and sweet and very thirst-quenching and tasty. Tried it at a bistro in the Hochelaga district here in Montreal. They were having a little community festival/sugar shack, and we took the kids.

Sugar shack (cabin à sucre) is a Quebec custom, when the maple sap starts running. Basically go up to a farm house (these days a fake farm house at a maple tree farm) and have a maple-syrup based bouffe (big meal/face-stuffing). The usual breakfasty things like ham and pancakes, but usually everything cooked or seasoned with maple syrup. Here in the city, don't actually have maple tree farms, but they keep the tradition alive at various restaurants and festivals. This one was quite small, and all the food was in one big tent, to which there was a huge line-up, so we strolled up the street and found this little bistro. Just had burgers (with a touch of maple) and fries (and the red velvet for me), but they were really quite good. The bistro apparently has music at night.

Hochelaga was a decaying district, that seems to be coming up now as the artistic neighborhood. Not the artsy neighborhood, which is the next step in urban neighborhood evolution, but where the real artists and musicians live, hang out, and perform. It's an urban cycle. A neighborhood is run down. Therefore artists can afford to live there, so they do. It becomes hip, then the artsy types (a.k.a. posers) move in and raise the rents/property values, then real artists have to move out, and the district becomes entirely plastic. Think Greenwich Village in NYC, although I suspect the phenomenon predates the 1950's… by at least 2000 years.
warriorsavant: (Infantry haircut)
Might have mentioned Eddy the Barber (actually, Eddy le Coiffeur). Older Lebanese man, been cutting hair for decades, and does it very very well. (Seems like all the barbers in town are either Italian or Lebanese.) Has lived in many places, so has had an interesting life in a low-key way, usually has something interesting to say. He intermittently has an assistant, who never seem to stay long. Last one was a nice young woman who left to become a tattoo artist. She did decent haircuts, but not to his caliber. Considering my hair is cut to 0.5-2 mm length, you wouldn't think it would matter, but talent shows, even at that length.

He usually offers an espresso (has one of those machines with the cartridges), and sometimes a cognac. It's a nice touch, feels cozy and gentlemanly and relaxed. In some parts of the world, barbershops/hair salons serve almost like the local gentlemen's/ladies clubs. Not quite to that level (not enough folks hanging around), but gives a little bit of that flavor. I'm not a fan of cognac, so today I brought my own bottle. Had an inch or two left in the bottom of a bottle of Macallan 18 year old (Scotch, you Sassenach), and we shared it. It did not impede his hair cutting ability, and we both enjoyed it.
warriorsavant: (Three Musketeers)
"I like to feel a healthy breeze around my privates…" (very minor character from one of the Harry Potter books). Except it never gets down to -17ºC (0ºF) in Scotland; highlands, lowlands, midlands, outer islands, then or now; or they wouldn't have taken up wearing kilts. On the other hand, it was really just between house and car (in which I put a blanket over my bear legs) to and fro to my friend's house for his annual Robbie Burns Night.

Between everyone there, we had a total of perhaps 1.25 Scotsmen, but still great fun. Some food (limited what can be eaten on a keto diet; but a small amount of haggis won't ruin the diet). Some chat. Some scotch (just a wee dram… or four). Some poetry - actually my favorite part last night (even if I cheated and recited Dave Van Ronk). There was something fascinating about sitting in a cozy living room, reading poetry from 2-1/2 centuries ago, with people of 3 (4?) generations. The dark, warm, comfy feeling of being immersed in a warm, slow river of history.
warriorsavant: (Wedding/Romance)
We were almost too tired to go away but wanted to break up the period of "kids off from day care" and of winter cold. Also we'd already booked the 5 days away, so off we went. Any doubts about that's being the right decision were erased when we got to our hotel and stood on the outside walkway looking at the ocean (well Gulf of Mexico to be precise). In the warmth. Had sudden urge to change careers to "inspect sunsets through bottom of beer stein while sitting on a beach." Unlikely to actually happen anytime soon, but very strong urge. (On the other hand, summers there are unbearably hot and humid, so beginning to understand snow birds.) Since not actually moving anytime soon, do need to make sure the kids know how to skate and ski and other activities that make one enjoy winter (at least until they go to Med School at UBC (or possibly U Hawaii).

Downside was the long traveling (basically first and last day spent in transit) and that we all came down sick and spent most of the last day sitting around the hotel feeling miserable and puking. Upside was warm and relaxing and beautiful.

Impressions )

Some specifics )

L'envoi. “Goodbye ocean, goodbye palm trees, goodbye warm weather"
warriorsavant: (Venice)
After the holiday luncheon mentioned last post, I stayed around, cleaned up some paperwork, then had some gentlemen over for the winter solstice Scotch tasting. One of the guys goes hunting (grew up old style Quebec) and brought some caribou rillette that he’d hunted the caribou. I have mixed feelings about hunting. Grew up big-city-hunters-kill-bambi, but I eat meat, and can’t see anything wrong with it as long as you eat what you kill. Anyhow, except for not having cigars, my solstice Scotch tastings with a small group of friends is the one old style, gentlemanly get together that I do. (No cigars, but maybe will add next year, even if none of us actually do smoke.)
warriorsavant: (Venice)
Last day before we break for the holidays. I love my work, but need a break. Usually on the last day we close at noon, then Evil Secretary and I go out for lunch. We'd accidentally already booked some patients at the end of the day, and didn't really feel like sitting in a restaurant, so we just blocked off 2 hours mid-day, and I brought in lox and bagels (and all the trimmings, and a toaster) and we had that for lunch. Also a bottle of wine (only 1-2 glasses each, since had to work later). Had lunch, and a walk (last pleasant day for a while), and a good gab. For the rest of the bottle, if patients were pleasant, we offered them a small glass of "holiday cheer." Good way to finish the working year.
warriorsavant: (Three Musketeers)
For Young: Took the kids back to La Ronde today. Nothing much different from last time, except one kiddie stage show (I had no idea what was happening, but Hedgefund seemed to enjoy it.) Did note that our season passes are good at any Six Flags amusement park. How many others in Canada? Zero. 'Sokay, if we happen to be in Dubai in the next few months, we're good. Again, all had fun.

For Old (or at least adult): Had my semi-annual Scotch swilling tasting. This is probably the only "guy" thing I do. I talk about drinking Scotch much more than I actually drink it, but a few times per year spend some time appreciating single malt. For my events, it is always a small group (5 guests last night), mostly different fields and reasonably well-established. I'm not very sociable in the usual extrovert sense of the word, but this is how I like to socialize: small group of interesting people. They'd be fun even if we all were sober, which we weren't after an hour or so.

Since the kids are too young to drink, or even make decent waiters, held it at my office. The highlights were Scapa and Edradour. I selected them by a highly effective decision making matrix: I went to the SAQ, took pictures of what they had, texted them to my accountant (who is also my Scotch consultant), then called him to discuss. It worked, as those were really, really good. (Started with the Scapa, then moved on to the Edradour, with some other decent tipples that other people brought in between.) Before we got started, accountant mentioned that some places provide eye droppers to add the water in precisely measured amounts. I did have an eyedropper, but it was contaminated with KOH (Potassium Hydroxide), which probably won't do much positive for your tastes buds, or your health. Instead, I broke out a small syringe, so could measure even more precisely, and we could take notes. "Never interrupt me when I'm doing science!" For the record, 0.1-0.4 ml of water in 2-fingers of Scotch is right. The lower amount for a smoother Scotch like the Scapa, the higher for a more complex flavor like the Edradour. (Yes, "2-fingers" is too a precise, scientific measurement.)

Actually, one of the group, for whom this was the first time with us, actually is a scientist. (Another guest is on the admin side of research, and I dabble, but he is actually full-time, paid to do it, basic science researcher.) He was a little hesitate at first, then asked me if he was invited just so the rest of us could make fun of the nerd later. Sheldon et al from The Big Bang Theory to the contrary, neither he, nor most actual researchers, are massively inept socially, and he fit right in.

Next time, instead of cheese, pate, and such, might break out the BBQ and have steaks. I believe that having different colors of food helps to make a well-balanced diet. In this case, lean red meat and pale amber Scotch. Balance is important.
warriorsavant: (Three Musketeers)
Well, mostly Scots - or rather Scotch - and poetry. It was my friends' annual Burns Night party. "And so we've had another night of poetry and poses." Okay that line is from a rather grim poem, which doesn’t really go with such a great and fun evening, but I do like the line, so using it. (So there, nyah.)*

Unfortunately, went solo, as Nom was feeling under the weather, and we weren't sure about bringing the kids. Next year though, we're going en famille.

It was a chance to socialize, which I don't do often, a chance to drink Scotch, which I don't do often enough, and a chance to wear my kilt, which I don't more than about once/year. Met some nice people. Also met a nice Scotch last night, called Edradour. Supposedly the smallest distillery in Scotland. Nice, slightly smokey taste.

Found out an interesting fact. Seems Robbie Burns was actually Jewish. Before revisionist historians anglicized (scotized?) the name, he was really Rabbi Bernstein, and later in life owned a deli, where the sandwiches were so generous, you could actually see the pastrami coming thru the rye.

Mar sin leat, Gentle Readers

*Last Call by Dave Van Ronk

warriorsavant: (Wedding/Romance)
Last boxes unpacked or semi-put-away. Large pile of stuff in my den to be filed, fixed, answered, or otherwise dealt with. Am on vacation, and busy resting. Which is to say, paperwork and child care. Need to get back to work seeing disgusting skin diseases and thereby get some rest.

Yesterday we had a New Years Day "at home," which is to say that we stayed at home, and hosted… no one! Perfect. Nom has been doing some fine cooking lately. For someone who could barely boil water when I met her, and still bemoans her lack of skills (and who does use every pot and utensil we own to make each meal), she has become a fine cook. Growing up her mom never taught her, and even as an adult living on her own, mom insisted on bringing food over every day (only rarely now, it was a bit embarrassing). She made gourmet mac & cheese for lunch: three types of cheese & seasoned bread crumbs (a specialty of Olive & Gourmando, well-known, small, local restaurant). For dinner we had surf & turf (steak and lobster tails). (Not sure if there is a trend with the ampersands in the meals, or if that is just happenstance.) I'm getting spoiled, he said with no embarrassment at all.

It officially become New Years around yesterday evening after dinner, which is to say, that's when we watched our taping of the ball dropping in Times Square. (Which as I've mentioned is the actual definition of the changing of the year.) The kids were entirely unimpressed, but Nom and I counted down, then toasted the new year with sparkling non-alcoholic "wine." Yeah, we're boring, but we're boring together.


Dec. 9th, 2017 04:22 pm
warriorsavant: (Signpost Ft. Benning)
➢ Are sending out letters to patients telling them the new address. Should be moving the office in just over a month. For a few that I keep thinking, "maybe I won't send this one a letter…" Can't really do that, but for some people, I have to hold onto my professionalism with both hands.
➢ The weather teased us with a few nice days, now back to winter. Why don't I set up shop in the southern hemisphere for 6 months out of the year.
➢ In between those two is the fact that hard to determine if a lesion is hot to the touch if this is your first patient of the day, and you've just come in from outside. Gloves or no, hands are too cold to be sensitive. Had to tell her to wait until I saw anoth
➢ Dang it, stop wishing me "Happy Holidays," when (a) the phrase is "Merry Christmas" (even for we non-Christians), and (b) it's still November*. Gonna boil someone in their own plum pudding and bury them with a stake of holly through the heart.
➢ My accountant has his annual scotch tasting. Even bigger this year, with food. For him, it's a company-sponsored event (good will for employees and clients) which gives him a chance to hold court and drink scotch. He's quite sociable and great to talk with. For the invitees, it's a chance to… socialize (even I manage) and drink scotch.
➢ I'm secretly Sheldon Cooper. Well, Nom is. Well over a year ago, she ordered the kid's shower curtain. It displays the Periodic Table of the Elements (in lovely shades of brown, so even goes with the décor. Finally got it hung; it looks great. However, if I ever did shower in their, Tom Lehrer's Periodic Table of Elements would be running through my head**, not to mention C.J. & the PhD's Periodic Table of Elements.***

*Clearly jotted this one down a coupla weeks ago. I think I can start wishing people Merry Christmas by the middle of next week.
**Our neice was very proud of having memorized that, and was astounded that I'd heard of it.
***Not likely you'd heard of them. Probably all wanted to be Tom Lehrer when they grew up. I knew them in Virginia back when I was an Intern. They had originally formed the band as graduate student, singing humorous & satirical songs for beer money on the weekends (eg Nuke the Whales). By the time I heard them, they were only doing this for old time's sake, having all graduated and gone onto real jobs - well, except for one guy who had a little too much "fun" in the '60s and didn't have the brain power left.
warriorsavant: (Wedding/Romance)
Metaphorically speaking. I suppose a true christening would have involved breaking a bottle of wine or champagne over the front porch, but that would have gotten glass shards everywhere and been a waste of good booze. Come to think of it, it would have been more ethnically appropriate to have cut off a small piece of the front porch, but I digress.

Really was more just having some people over for dinner and a toast. Nom's family. My original plan was the day we moved, have them all stop by for a toast, but our SIL was working late, and we didn't finish moving until 10:30 at night, so wasn't practical. Really wanted them to come over at some point, but last night was the soonest it could be arranged. (Also doubled as Thanksgiving Dinner, but that's a minor point. Anyhow, we had take out fish and seafood, not turkey.) Nom's Uncle had given us a bottle of really good champagne some time ago (for our wedding?) that we were saving for a special occasion, and I couldn't think of a better one. The kids had sparkling juice, the adults the champagne and those who didn't drink at least took a sip. After that, I poured a splash on the front and back porches. I don't know if that is a tradition, but seemed like a good concept that the house itself would join us sipping champagne. Just for good measure, I left a little bit in a bowl on the back porch overnight for the Good Folk. It all seemed like a good way to "break in" the house. L'chaim.
warriorsavant: (Springtime in Canada)
There was a cabane à sucre at the Market today. A true cabane à sucre is in the countryside, when the maple syrup starts to run. Generally have a massively huge breakfast with pancakes and waffles and ham and bacon, all smothered with maple syrup. Old Quebecois custom, what with Quebec being the biggest maple syrup producer in the world. (For those poor, benighted folks who live in places where you've never tasted real maple syrup, we will have a moment of sympathy.) This was more a degustation of various yummies made with a touch of maple syrup: baked beans, pulled pork, chocolate, foie gras, ham, goat cheese. In the background were a couple of fiddlers. It was good to take the kids out. Although they didn't try much, they did like wandering around and looking at things (and getting underfoot). The highlight was a wonderful substance: bourbon flavored maple syrup. Basically pure Quebec maple syrup, but aged it in old Kentucky bourbon barrels (hurrah for N. Am. Free Trade!). I imagine little-to-no-alcohol. It tastes like maple syrup crossed with bourbon, a.k.a. nectar of the gods. I’m going to make pancakes tomorrow morning just to get to use it. (Very tempted to just eat by the spoonful, but would probably get cloying after a bit.)

Afterwards, the kids romped in the snow. They haven't been very big on that, or maybe we've been too tired or too big wienies to take them, but they had fun. It was the perfect, picture postcard winter weather: not very cold (barely below freezing), with big flakes of fluffy snow falling gently. Played until everyone was tired, then went in before everyone was soaked through.

Am writing this, sitting by the fire, with the children actually playing quietly. *smiles with contentment and satisfaction*
warriorsavant: (Three Musketeers)
An abandoned house. A small number of shadowy figures gather by a dim light in the dark of night, as snows wafts down outside. What skullduggery is this? What evil deeds are being planned? What conspiracy?

A conspiracy to taste scotch! Had the latest instalment of my twice yearly scotch tasting at the new house. Unfinished and unmovedinto rather than truly abandoned. Was putting it off from the usual moreorless solstice event because wanted to do it by firelight, but couldn't manage that one. (Going to be gas fireplaces, but still not connected. Gas utility blames the plumber, plumber blames the gas utility.)

People brought chairs (tables courtesy of its being a construction site), munchies, and of course scotch. The tradition for the winter solstice event is to bring partly empty bottles to kill off with the dying of the year. (You have your year-end symbolism, I have mine.) Not strict about this, fresh bottles are accepted too. Since missed the (approximate) solstice, went with (approximate) mid-winter day. (Most ppl take that to mean the same thing as solstice, but I use it more literally as being the middle of winter: half way between the solstice and equinox.) Also felt the menfolk needed something to help recover from the stress of Valentine's Day.

Regardless of the date and source of illumination, a good and inebriated time was had by all. Nice munchies, interesting environment, wonderful scotch, splendid company. The surprise star was Amrut, a single malt made in India.

do dheagh shlàinte
warriorsavant: (Three Musketeers)
Long but fruitful day yesterday. For most of the day, had the interviews to pick our Residents. As always, had way more candidates than we have spots, and when reviewing the files, easily 90% are qualified. Nonetheless, of those, we picked 18 to interview for our 3 positions. And as always 17 of those would have done fine. (There's always one at the interviews who causes us to look at each other afterwards and wonder why picked that one to interview.) The poor things come before the whole panel (there were 9 of us this year, including 1 Resident) and get their 20 minutes. We're not vicious at all, but still it must be nerve-wracking for them. We then each rank all the candidates and tally up the scores. That should be the end of it, but some committee members tried to change things at the last minute. I recall 3? years ago, after the scores were tallied, the committee basically ignored them and moved people up and down in the rankings as they liked. Me and some of the others clamped down that, but today there was still some last minute attempts to juggle things. They are so concerned about being fair and transparent, but just don't grasp that that means setting the ground rules before the interviews start, then holding to them. During the day, Nom & her mom had taken the kids to the Temple for Tet (Vietnamese New Year). They are too young to appreciate it, but good for them to have some exposure to that side of their cultural background.

After that, got home just in time to go out again. It was Burns Night, and needed to go sip some scotch and listen to poetry. Nom was feeling a bit under the weather, and her parents were also so they couldn't babysit, so I went solo. After the silliness at the interviews, I got home too late to even change into my kilt, much to my (and other folks) disappointment. My friends don't have that much room, so the party has always been at his father's house. A sad note for the evening was that the old gentleman had died less than a month before. He was the one who always ordered the haggis and made the scotch broth. He had ordered the haggis just before he passed, but in his honor, we specifically did NOT have scotch broth. He was a retired Professor of Biochemistry, and I always enjoyed talking to him. Despite that, people enjoyed themselves, including me, who generally hates parties, although I didn't stay late, feeling guilty about leaving Nom alone with the kids all day.
warriorsavant: (Wedding/Romance)
New Years Eve happened and the world is still here. If you didn't see the ball drop in Times Square, then it is still 2016 for you. Actually only saw it next day on tape, as had fallen asleep that night. (Yup, I'm a light-weight these days.) Watched about 10 minutes of the one-and-a-half hours we'd taped of the celebrations/show, drank our sparkling not-alcohol, kissed, wished each other Happy New Year, and tried to keep the kids from spilling the non-booze. (Did I mention being a light-weight now? Rarely drink real booze. Part of that is because Nom doesn’t drink, which has a pro and a con. Pro: she’s a cheap date. Con: I’m way behind on my drinking.)

Still on vacation, which is not long enough, but did teach today, and am now at my office getting caught up on paperwork, emails, bloggin, and misc administrative stuff. Nom is insisting on inflicting some socializing on me this week, something I keep claiming I want to do more of, but don't really mean.

Will probably post a recap of 2016 when I have a some free time (which possibly means not until 2047).
warriorsavant: (Wedding/Romance)
I sit. The fire is burning. I am drinking a glass of Pimm's No. 1 Cup, a novel at hand. My lovely wife is seated nearby also reading. Our children are wreaking havoc frolicking. To paraphrase [livejournal.com profile] ravensron, I wish I go back and see my 20-year old self and say "kid, don't worry, it all turns out alright for you." I am happy.
warriorsavant: (Quebec sait faire)
Yesterday went to the annual Beer Festival at the Atwater Market with my BIL. It was a chance to stroll about on a nice day and try different local microbreweries. Although some were rather horrid, some were good, and was fun to try different brews. Besides, it was a good chance to start teaching Hedgefund and Wallstreet how to drink beer. Just kidding, in Quebec you can't drink at their ages, you have to at least be able to see over the bar counter. Anyhow, it was a chance for them to socialize with their cousins: Nom took them all out with us, while BIL & I alternately sampled beer and helped her ride herd on the assembled rug rats. SIL wanted to join us, but had to work.

The way it worked, was you bought a measured cup for a dollar, plus as many tickets as you wanted at 3/dollar (with half going to charity). One ticket got you one ounce, three filled the cup. (Officially we're metric, but get real, no one samples beer by the 28.8 ml.) Didn't really drink that much, I don't actually drink much at all these days, and never liked a lot of beer in one sitting (wasn't the alcohol, it was getting too bloated from that much fluid). Regardless, had fun. In addition, tried some new cheeses, and also Genevieve Grandbois Chocolatier had a blindfold chocolate and beer tasting (actually didn't work that well, but interesting idea). Also, Havre Aux Glaces across from the Market had beer-flavored ice-cream (also didn't work that well, but had to try). Hmmm, looking at what I've written, there was a lot that sounded like good ideas, but didn't work all that well. No matter, it was fun to try. (In another parenthetic remark, am typing this at my local café, Lili & Oli, and someone's dog just befriended me. I guess the critter likes beer.)
warriorsavant: (Sword & Microscope 1)
BIL & family came over, sushi in hand, which was great. Her 2 cousins love playing with Hedgefund. I’m glad, b/c worried that everyone would fuss over Wallstreet and ignore her. I suppose since he only lies there, not a lot of interaction to be had with him. The three little girls do enjoy playing together. (Cousins are 11 and 7 or thereabouts.) They would like us to move to the area where they live, called Ville St Laurent, which would be way too suburban and boring for me, but it would be nice for the girls to live close to each other.

BIL and I were supposed to go to Octoberfest, but by the time we got there, they were shutting down. It’s set up where you buy coupons to exchange for beer samples at different booths, but they stopped selling coupons 1 hour before the ‘fest closed. Instead, we went to the SAQ, bought a couple of beers (Zywiec for him, Chimay for me) and took them up to my balcony. I don’t use the balcony much, which is too bad, as it’s a good size, up on the 3rd floor with decent view. Hedgefund joined us for a brew or two (not really, but she enjoyed sitting with her Father & Uncle).
warriorsavant: (Three Musketeers)
This is my new, semi-yearly tradition, my one bit of male bonding (Nom graciously takes Hedgefund elsewhere for a couple of hours). I have a few gentlemen (using the term loosely) over for Scotch. This time tried hosting it on a Friday, which didn't work that well. Too many people go away for the weekend, or have family obligations, a concept I now understand. Henceforth, will be the Thursdays closest to Winter Solstice and Lughnasadh. (Summer Solstice would theoretically be a better time, but too many events near then: graduations, Canada Day, St Jean Baptiste, etc. BTW, can't agree that midSummer's Eve is around the Solstice. The Solstice is the beginning of Summer, Lughnasadh is actually the middle of the Summer.)

There were 4 of us: me, that is Alex, and my three droogs… Oops, sorry, wrong story. Let me start again. There were 4 of us: me, that is warriorsavant, and 3 friends: my BIL, JF, & LP. Nom, JF, & LP used to work together, and JF & LP are still the center of a large group of friends many of whom worked at that same place. Nom used to go out with JF, but both he, and obviously she, are now married with children. JF's wife used to be a bit hostile to Nom, but since she settled down with me, and we only see them as s couple, she's mellowed. I never worried about that, if she wanted to have coffee with him, it wouldn't bother me (note: that's c-o-f-f-e-e, not s-e-x). By coincidence, all 4 of us are married to Asian women (well, less coincidence for BIL, what with being Asian himself).

I had Scotch, with cheese and nuts and fruit to wash it down. (Extrapolating from my late mother's dictum never to drink dry tea without some pastry to wash it down.) I really don't drink much anymore (despite alcohol being one of the 4 essential food groups), so relish having a chance to sip good Scotch in good company. I prefer single malt, but I seemed to have a mix of single malt and blends. I think some of them are bottles people have given me over the years. For the Scotch, we had: Glenfiddich 12 year old (single malt and the best of the pick that night), Chivas Regal 18 year old (a blend, but an expensive one, don't know if age should properly be applied to a blend), Johnnie Walker Blue (their most expensive blend, age not given, as is proper), Grants (a blend), and Old Pulteney Navigator (a single malt, but no age given, which is a recent and vile trend).

For cheese, I had Pikauba (a semi-soft), Brie (a soft), and Blue Benedictine (a blue, well d'uh), with slices of baguette. These are all local, Quebec cheese, something we do well in this province. However, since JF & LP are rather Seppos, I initially informed them that they were Canadian cheeses from outside Quebec, in fact, specifically Federalist cheeses.

BIL is trilingual. LP initially spoke English to me (his English is quite good), but since JF's English is very limited, and besides, I wanted to practice, I pushed the conversation to French. Well, 90% French, like many conversations in Montreal, it was a bit of Franglais.
warriorsavant: (Cafe)
"Never interrupt me when I'm drinking doing science."

Some time ago, I decided to make some blueberry cordials. Don’t know why I had had a hankering for them, no doubt some memory left over from being at a party at [livejournal.com profile] 11th_letter. Anyhow, I consulted [livejournal.com profile] marlenemcc who made some suggestions, and, in the interests of pure science, decided to try 4 slightly different mixtures.

Each had 60 ml of vodka, 40 or 60 ml of chopped frozen blueberries, 1/4 tsp cinnamon, 20 ml double strength simple syrup, and left of 3 vs 4 wks before filtering*. As a true research scientist, I had a massive and statistically significant double-blind test group. Okay, it was me, Nom, and Evil Secretary. Success, I think.

The best was "B", which had more blueberries, and those being left in for 4 weeks.

Item added Batch A Batch B Batch C Batch D
Vodka 60 ml 60 ml 60 ml 60 ml
Coarsely chopped frozen
60 ml 60 ml 40 ml 40 ml
Powdered, I was out of sticks
1.25 ml
¼ tsp
1.25 ml
¼ tsp
1.25 ml
¼ tsp
1.25 ml
¼ tsp
Double-strength simple syrup 20 ml 20 ml 20 ml 20 ml
Weeks until filter blueberries 3 wks 4 wks 3 wks 4 wks
Consensus Too sweet The best Weaker taste Weaker taste


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