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Angel Face

I awoke this morning to discover that over the weekend the jack o’ lanterns that had invaded stately Monkey Manor have been replaced by their smooth-faced cousins. On further inspection I actually found that several of them had merely turned their faces to the wall revealing their unmarred backsides, which gave me some comfort. I just feel better with adaptation and evolution over wholesale replacement. Still, with our devils relegated to the top shelf in my office and our skeletons back in their closets there is no denying that is is indeed fall, y’all. Yes, I know we set a high temperature record here in the sultry Autumn of middle Tennessee today, but the leaves have changed and it was crisp in the early morning, so with a nod toward evenings sitting around the bonfire to come, won’t you join me now as we stand and make the Angel Face.

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Mundo Perdido

It is the boys birthday and rather than spending a bunch of time writing something nice for y’all, I’m gonna phone this one in while they are gone to get pizza. So, without superfluous words or ado of any sort, won’t you join me now as we stand and make the Mundo Perdido.

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Widow’s Kiss

Some days, you just want easy. Usually those are days when things have not been easy, otherwise. This is one of those days. This is one of those drinks. So in the spirit of nearly minimum effort, won’t you please join me now as we stand and make the Widow’s Kiss.

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Supreme

It’s a shame that these “Cocktails from Quarantine” are not a well planned expedition into the history of how drinks have evolved over the years. Even a child knows that you should present steps along the evolutionary trail starting at the beginning. That way you get a lovely progression, with incremental improvements, each drink adding a little something that the previous one lacked. I am not that clever, though. I had no real plan when this started beyond making a few drinks to keep myself occupied, maybe learn some new skills, practice the craft and give my self an excuse to throw a bunch of words out there, with at least a tacit connection to the drink being made. To be fair, it has turned out to be more about the thoughts than the drinks, but that happens, when you have such a fine excess of words piling up. One could argue, that when the world closed down and I could no longer go on long-winded tirades in public that the words had to go somewhere, so here we are with them flowing out my fingers. The thing is, I did not have a plan or an exit strategy and I still don’t have one, really. I guess I am counting on the world to tell me when to quit. So, in the interest of doubling back to pick up something I missed, won’t you join me now a we stand and make the Supreme.

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