by The Wine Guy

Spirits are funny, because people tend to drink them illicitly before they turn twenty-one, but then a lot of people leave them behind, only to rediscover them as an adult. You have bad memories of Jäger bombs, Everclear punch, and Cuervo tequila. These memories get burned into your brain and you write off certain drinks because of the follies of your youth.

So lets break down the field and find some lovely cocktails for you, so you can enjoy your adulthood with an adult beverage. Wine and beer are great. They are each in their own right a wonderful playground with all sorts of adventures. However, there is nothing quite like a good spirit. Drinking spirits is an interaction with the booze in a way that wine or beer can never be.

Spirits are an investment one makes over time, which pays greater and greater dividends. The first whiskey I purchased was Chivas Regal. I wanted to be more sophisticated than my mad dog drinking buddies. It took me soooo long to finish that bottle that I had no desire to purchase a second. I kept at it though, plugging away with Jameson, Jack, Jim, Crown, and Bushmills. Finally, I found Johnny Walker Black and that is where the love affair truly began. A year later, when I sipped Laphroaig ten year for the first time, I knew that my love for whiskey would last forever.

So what I am saying is, spirits are not to be undertaken lightly, and I do not believe there are any shortcuts. You have to train yourself before you can jump into the world of aged booze. No need to be discouraged, there are so many fun ways to get started.

First, stop buying the plastic bottles. The producer is telling you that their product is not worth being put into glass, and now you are going to put it in you? Nothing can be learned from such filth. Invest an extra few dollars. It will be worth it, I assure you.

I recommend starting your whiskey adventure with something smooth like Jameson or Crown. Both of these are easy to drink and very affordable. You can start by mixing your Crown with coke, and your Jameson with Baileys, Amarula or Drambuie. As you get used to that, you can add less and less mix, until you are drinking it straight.

Once you are drinking it straight – without making the whiskey face – then you may proceed and start exploring nicer whiskeys from around the world. Try Highland Park and Laphroaig and see where your whiskey tastes lie.

If you do not enjoy whiskey, fear not, there are so many other spirits to choose from. Lets tackle brandy. First and most important, Cognac is a place where a specific type of French brandy comes from. The region is also so famous that you’ve heard of it. So guess what? You are paying for that fame. Hennessy, Courvoisier, and Remy Martin are big giant factories pumping out Jack Daniels quality brandy and charging you way too much for it. If it has to come from France, try an Armagnac instead, where you will be paying for the quality and not the name. Or buy a Spanish brandy where you will be rewarded deeply for your courage.

Spirits produced from non-famous regions are always a great gamble. Had rum from Ghana the other day that was fantastic! Which brings us to Rum.

There may not be a better bargain in booze, than rum. You can get top shelf rum for the price of mid level whiskey. Forget Bacardi and Captain Morgan, that factory swill represents rum as much as Ancient Age represents whiskey. Spend a little money on rum and you will see an incredible jump in quality.

After you have tried a nicely aged, well-made rum, you will never wave off that beverage with contempt again. You will not need coke or pineapple juice with these beauties. With two crisp twenties in your hand you will drink like a king with change leftover for a nice beer. Be careful though, these rums drink a little too easy, and you may find yourself refilling your glass once too often and drunk texting people on your contact list who either did not want to hear from your drunk ass or formerly enjoyed hearing from you but now not so much.

Which brings us to tequila! If you can’t hear the song playing in your head, then you have had bad experiences with this wonderful drink and need to exorcise them with some good ones. Jose Cuervo Gold is an imposter. This is caramel colored crap with the word tequila on the label is really a chemically engineered hangover machine. Stop buying it!

Go and get yourself a real tequila – and not a famous one that comes in a box. I’m looking at you Patron! Start off with something clean and simple like Milagro Silver. This is a perfect mixer for margaritas, and makes for a good shooter as well. Then grab yourself some moderately priced Reposados and Anejos, and see where your taste lies.

A Reposado has been aged in a barrel for 3 to 6 months generally and that is why it is darker in color than silver, which has not been aged at all. It tends to take on a spicy character and can make the best margarita ever, but remember to use less mix so you can taste the tequila! An Anejo has been aged a year and they are very smooth, though some retain some spiciness from the barrel. They will be even darker in color and are meant to be sipped, don’t shoot them just because they are smooth you fiends!

Vodka and gin are the two most famous clear liquors. I could go on and on about the myth of high quality vodka, but I will summarize instead. You may prefer potato vodka to grain vodka. You may prefer wheat to potato. These ingredients do change the mouth feel and are worth debating. After that, what you are really arguing about is how clean the vodka is. It’s a neutral spirit and has no flavor. So stop spending tons of money on vodka! It is going to taste like whatever you mix it with.

Gin on the other hand is a nuanced, flavorful spirit that can be incredibly different from style to style. A nice dry gin, made for martinis, is going to taste vastly different than a botanical rich gin made for gin and tonics. The quality of gin and the quality of tonic matter greatly. If you believe they do not, then I know you have never had one of my gin and tonics.

In conclusion, when it comes to spirits pay for the quality not for the name. Find the values from the smaller houses and less famous places. Take the extra money you save from buying Titos vodka instead of Grey Goose and use it to buy a nicer bottle of rum, tequila, gin, or whiskey. Join a small but happy club of people who know how rich and rewarding spirits can be.

They are a drink that may be consumed at the end of long day, sipped slowly, and peacefully. They can bring friends together to explore the wonderful new cocktail you concocted in your kitchen. They can be lifted to toast those of us that are present and remember those that are no longer with us. They are to be savored not gulped. They are to be treated with caution and respect not abused and devoured. They serve as a reminder that some of the finer things in life are available to us all.

Enjoy…responsibly.

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by Jeckyl Suicide

Ingredients
2 cups plain flower

2 tsp baking powder

5 ml salt

2 eggs

1 cup milk

1 cup castor sugar

2 tbs instant Cuppacino

100g butter (room temperature)

cupcake cups

Icing:

125 ml fresh cream

1 cup icing sugar

1 tbs instant coffee powder

mini chocolate balls

Method:


Preheat your oven to 180 degrees (celsius). In a bowl, sift together all of your dry ingredients. In a separate bowl, cream together your butter and sugar before slowly adding the eggs.
Add this mixture to the dry ingredients. Combine thoroughly before spooning into the cupcake cups, places in a muffin tray to hold them in place.
 Bake for approximately 30 minutes or until an inserted knife comes out clean.
 Place onto a rack and allow to cool.

And now for the icing; In a bowl, whip the cream until it’s stiff before adding the combined sifted icing sugar and instant coffee powder. Once the cupcakes have cooled, smother them in the coffee cream and then sprinkle with mini chocolate balls to garnish.


Viola!

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by Laurelin

I sit here in bed, the television muted, my iTunes silenced. I sit here in bed with my cell phone on vibrate; my hands ready to receive at any moment. All night, my hands, waiting. Waiting for him to say something, anything, but he doesn’t. I almost welcome that familiar twinge, that feeling that leaves me so full of emptiness. I remember I heard once that you’re never more alive than when your heart is breaking. Mine is already broken, and apparently I like nothing more than to make the same mistakes twice.

I almost don’t even know who “he” is. At this point there are so many people who could fill that void that I feel stupid, because while there are so many, there are in fact, so few.

My ex, who I haven’t spoken to in months, says he’s on his way to the bar. I miss him, but I don’t really, and when he doesn’t show tonight I feel better for not having put the picture he painted me for my birthday back on the wall. I keep thinking, “One day I can hang it,” but it’s been one year and it’s still stuffed in the back of my closet next to the framed photo of the ex that used to hit me and the clothing I wore when I would wrestle bachelors for money at the strip club in hot oil and whipped cream. I don’t know why I even think I can stand to look at it, and for one fleeting moment it’s clear as day and I don’t know why I haven’t burned it.

I find myself sitting here, wishing for anything. The last guy I liked had my friends in absolute giggles; comparing the new guy to the old one, leaving me a little bewildered because this new one was honest and sweet… at least in the beginning. So he wasn’t as muscular or tall. And then, just like all the rest, he was suddenly gone, and I was left with nothing. In the beginning we had laughed over how cold we both seemed (we weren’t really). In the beginning I had thought, “He’s not cold at all,” but in the end I thought, “He was right,” though I never cried.

I never cried. There are some guys who make you think; some who make who question your very essence. There are some guys who make you feel like nothing will ever be the same. The ones who break you, day after day, month after month, year after year. There are those guys that no matter how many times you tell yourself they’re going to stay buried they always seem to surface just when you’re at your most vulnerable. There are the guys that never call; and those are the ones who are made for nothing more than heart breaking and other lies.

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by Nahp

A column which highlights Suicide Girls and their fave groups.

This week Danette tells us why she loves to go Vegan.

Members: 1,068 / Comments: 10,638

WHY DO YOU LOVE IT?: For everyone of us being vegan is more than just a diet. Here we share tips about food, lifestyle, animals, and some silly stuff we like share with others.

DISCUSSION TIP: Don’t compare veganism to religion.

MOST HEATED DISCUSSION THREAD: There isn’t heated thread!! This is a group full of creativity, and everyone loves that!

BEST RANDOM QUOTE: “We do not need to eat animals, wear animals, or use animals for entertainment purposes, and our only defense of these uses is our pleasure, amusement, and convenience.”

WHO’S WELCOME TO JOIN?: Everyone who’s interested in anti-cruelty, curious people, and those who are interested in starting a new meat-free life are welcome to join.

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by Laurelin

There are moments in life when nothing has changed, yet all of a sudden everything is perfect. As I walk down the street from my house – the same street I walk every day with my head down – I suddenly look up and notice the leaves have changed colors and the sky is perfect. The wind blows and a single leaf falls into my outstretched hand, Tori Amos’s “Gold Dust” is playing on my iPhone, and I feel silly for being upset about such simple things when there is so much beauty in the world (“and then you’ll understand, we held gold dust in our hands…”). There are some songs you just remember, the songs you equate with moments, the songs that from that time forward will always remind you of autumn.

Taylor Swift’s “Enchanted” came through my ear buds on the way home from the bar one night two years ago on Boylston Street. I had met someone, our eyes connecting from across the bar, and after flickering away and back again a few times we wound up chatting; At the end of the night I had a new phone number in my phone and a smile on my face. She sang, “All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you, this night is sparkling, don’t you let it go, I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home.” And I was so hopeful, proudly wearing my newly blushing cheeks.

Ellie Goulding’s “Guns and Horses” reminds me of a year old summer fling, a boy who I would have done anything for after we broke up, even though I knew he and I never should have worked in the first place. He got a new girlfriend not long after our relationship ended, and I was devastated. His new girlfriend eventually broke up with him and it was his turn to be sad, and that’s probably why he and I started sleeping together again. I clung to those drunken nights with him, and always on the way home alone the next morning Ellie sang, “But I wish I could feel it all for you, I wish I could be it all for you, if I could erase the pain maybe you’d feel the same, I’d do it all for you, I would.” I wished so badly that he would choose me. He never did.

Oceanlab’s “Satellite,” while an upbeat electronic song, still makes me impossibly sad. They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting to find different results. After being left not once, not twice, but three times by this abusive punk rock loser, I finally pulled what was left of my own self from the wreckage and managed to walk away with some shreds of my own personality and dignity left to cultivate and finally nurse back to full health. Each time I hear that beat and “You’re half a world away, but in my mind I whisper every single word you say,” I can’t help but cringe and remember the eight years when every day was spent feeling so hopeless and alone I could have just ceased to exist.

Taylor Swift’s “I Almost Do” has been on repeat as of late, and in my current state of mind I find myself reaching for the phone, wanting to reach out to someone and then remembering that I shouldn’t waste my time on people who don’t care. I delete his number and I feel foolish for wasting my time, silly for believing the things that came out of his mouth when I was as disposable as a Styrofoam coffee cup, only useful until you’ve sucked the last drop from the depths. It starts after I lock up the bar at 3 AM and I’m walking home alone as the city sleeps. “I bet this time of night you’re still up, I bet you’re tired from a long hard week, I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the city and I bet sometimes you wonder about me. And I just want to tell you it takes everything in me not to call you… every time I don’t, I almost do..”

I almost do. But I don’t, and I quicken my pace and I tuck the leaf that fell into my palm in the pocket of my black leather jacket. The wind picks up and I turn my head back towards the ground.

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by Kristin Canty

Rawesome, Venice, CA

In the movie, Farmageddon…The Unseen War on American Family Farms, one of the stories covered was of a raid that occurred in Venice, CA, at a private food buying club called Rawesome. Whenever I was lucky enough to be in the vicinity and able to visit this club, it was like being a kid in a candy store…or, well, a raw foods lover in a raw foods store!

I was able to buy raw dairy products such as grass fed yogurt, butter, cream, cheese, and raw chocolate mousse – is that dairy? Raw meat and homemade delicacies such as ceviche and marinated raw meat salads were also available, along with salad dressings, pure olive and other freshly made oils, and a wide variety of fruits, vegetables, and fermented drinks…all organic and raw.

This may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but for me it was pure bliss. I was filming during one visit, and had the pleasure of having people come up to me to tell me their raw food healing stories. I heard many first person accounts of how the symptoms of diseases such as MS, Parkinson’s, cancer, arthritis, and other conditions, were alleviated greatly by a raw food diet.

Unfortunately, the FDA does not like stories of people being healed from food, and they don’t like raw foods in general. In the case of Rawesome Foods, multiple agencies (both local and federal) raided it three times. The last time, it was closed down. One of the club’s many suppliers, Sharon Palmer (a farmer who had provided raw goat milk for a time), the manager, James Stewart, and a Weston A Price Chapter leader, Victoria Bloch (who volunteered for Sharon), were all charged with multiple felonies. There were no actual felonies in the case, however, all three were charged with conspiring together to commit misdemeanor level offenses, which magically turned the charges into felonies.

Thirteen months later, just before their preliminary hearing, Victoria Bloch and Sharon Palmer were both offered plea deals, which they accepted. Victoria pled guilty to one misdemeanor count of selling unlabeled milk and accepted a $100 fine and two years’ summary probation. Sharon Palmer pled guilty to one misdemeanor count of storing milk in unsanitary conditions, since on the day she was raided she was milking her goats to feed her livestock (Rawesome had picked up their milk up a day earlier). She received a $1,300 fine, 40 hours of community service, and three years’ summary probation. Both Victoria and Sharon would have preferred to have taken this case to a jury trial. But unfortunately, neither had the money to cover the high cost of defending themselves in a trial that would have lasted at least two weeks, perhaps more. James is still in jail, as he was considered a flight risk, and is awaiting either trial or the opportunity to plead out of the case.

There is still a separate Ventura County case awaiting both James and Sharon. And there is a change.org petition to set them free that was written by a Rawesome Foods club member. I fear that the Rawesome community has been torn apart by these circumstances. No one ever became sick from foods they had gotten at Rawesome Foods. Certainly, nobody ever complained about having access to some of the freshest, most delicious foods available. And nobody ever complained about the fresh goats milk Sharon provided to the club, as well as to a few of her own farm’s CSA members. On the contrary, I met happy, vibrant, healthy people who enjoyed the foods they sourced from these two wonderful people.

If you would like to learn more or help, please read and sign the Change.org petition.

Meadowsweet Farm, Lodi, NY

Steve and Barbara Smith, farmers in upstate New York were raided and shut down by New York State Department of Agriculture & Markets for their private buying club that provided raw milk, yogurt and cheese to many happy customers.

They went to court after the shutdown, and hoped a judge would find that the Department of Agriculture & Markets did not have authority over their private buying club. Unfortunately, the judge ruled against them, and said that the Department of Agriculture & Markets did have authority to shut down their LLC.

They were therefore forced to dissolve their club. They then sold the entire herd to the former members of the club. Currently, Steve and Barbara are under contract with the owners of the herd to milk and maintain the herd for them. They have had this herd share for two years now and they have a waitlist of people that would like to join in on purchasing a share. Unfortunately it is very difficult to obtain raw milk, so farms that supply it often have long waiting lists of customers.

In New York, as in every state except Wisconsin, it is legal to drink milk from your own cow and since the members own the cows, hopefully the Department of Agriculture & Markets willrespect that and leave them alone from now on.

The demand for raw dairy products is not going to go away, so hopefully more farms and farmers like Meadowsweet will pop up! We are thinking of the Smith family and their farm as the drought hit them hard and they had to sell off their beef herd in order to have enough hay to keep the dairy going through the winter.

For more information visit: meadowsweetfarm.com/

For background information on this, please go to farmageddonmovie.com, and watch the documentary, Farmageddon…The Unseen War On American Family Farms.

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by Laurelin

There are few things in life I love and hate more than the glow and vibrating of a cell phone when you’re expecting something big. I use the term “big” loosely; 9 times out of 10 I’ve just said something to a guy and I’m not sure what he’s going to say: minutes crawl by like hours and then (as though I had been holding my breath the whole time) there it is, the reassuring buzz and glow. When that buzz is never returned however, we enter the moments where you become acutely aware you had been holding your breath, and you make that conscious decision to slowly exhale or simply pass out.

I remember one relationship in particular; one where when I woke up one morning he was just… gone. He had left me, I knew it, but when something so drastic happens you don’t just process it and know to move on. Your world is rocked, your foundation shaken to the core and everything you trusted – especially yourself – is betrayed. A year went by and everyday seemed the same, but in reality, a year is a year, and I suppose I was healing.

I remember I was at a party and I wasn’t even thinking about him. I was in a tube top that kept falling down and I stepped outside to the front step where no one inside would see me so I could tug it up. Mid tug my cell phone buzzed, and in the darkness of that October night I saw his name glowing. I literally felt my heart stop and I put my hand out to steady myself against the front door. I answered the call, and what happened after that is now insignificant and trite, but I will never forget that feeling; the wind knocked out of me with just a small glow in the dark.

Fast forward to now and I’m realizing that once again, I have made a mistake and started to let someone in, when really they had no business in my life in the first place. This isn’t a time stopping event, probably not even worth writing about, but I know I am and I probably will again. His texts, now few and far between, still managed to ruin my dinner when I looked down over a plate of crab rangoon and saw his name glowing in the gloom. Suddenly I wasn’t hungry and I wanted to dunk my iPhone into the giant bowl of duck sauce.

Earlier that day it had been a text from a married ex. “Saw this and thought of you,” he had said, sending a photo of a CD that played our song. Another one had stopped by the bar the night before and hugged me. “I’m sorry, I’m an ass and I didn’t call you on your birthday,” he said. “It’s okay,” I mumbled. “I didn’t call you on yours either.” He tells me to call him sometime, and I say I will although I know I won’t because I deleted his phone number when I was finally able to delete him from my life. I don’t expect to hear from him anytime soon.

I realize that I’m drifting off into my egg drop soup and I snap back to reality, tucking my cell phone into my purse and deciding to not look at it for the next hour. Suddenly it buzzes and I glance down just one last time. My defeated face turns into a bright grin, my cheeks turning red and my friends start to giggle and ask to see pictures when I show them who it is. Those boys… they know just the right moment to pop up and say hi. I make a conscious decision to leave my phone out of the duck sauce after all.

Laurelin is running the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure for breast cancer research and awareness on Saturday, October 20th; every donation counts and is greatly appreciated.

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