Booze of the Week
Posted by ArmedGeek on Tuesday, April 6, 2010 in BOTW
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Hey!! I remember with more then a little fondness, Strawberry Hill. Simple, direct, and fun. Much like the girls were back then.
As for the fine example of Irish goodness, straight is a good thing, a dollup or two in the morning coffee, ain’t too shabby either.
When I was a teenager, the stuff we’d get the older peeps to buy for us was TJ Swann blackberry wine. Didn’t get ya very drunk, but it did give you a helluva hangover. Hey, it was better tasting than the cooking sherry in my friend’s mother’s cupboard.
Fortunately, my palate has matured somewhat since then.
Hmmm, I already make a (very popular with family) hard cider. Perhaps I ought to branch out into a strawberry “wine”. Reminds me to put another bottle of cider in to chill. Bye-b–
Gak….
Can’t wait for the critique of Bushmills. Maybe worth stocking in the alchy cupboard.
OMG! Top picture I remember entirely too well through the haze that were my teen years.
The bottom picture, OTOH, is a fond appreciation of my more recent ones. Absolutely delightful stuff that.
1980 senior prom, hot little number named Sally, Dallas Anatole Hotel, indoor tennis court, AAAAND…busted…but worth every dang minute.
The real trouble started when Sally was deposited on her parents front doorstep with tears up each side of the evening gown. Mother was not pleased. Once I heard my earful, I had one remark…
“Did you know that your daughter is a little clumsy.”
The door slammed. I heard poor Sally spent the night pinking up the bowl from this bottle of chick grease (Strawberry Hill).
Never saw her again.
You know, I really didn’t expect to spark off a fit of nostalgia when I posted a picture of Strawberry Hill.
Well, when you have a bunch of us old farts frequenting the place, you never know what might bring back an old memory or two. *grin*
Good God, Boone’s Farm. I threw up at least a bottle of their Apple Wine in the early 70s. But there was one that was even more insidious…Zapple.
You damned Geek … when I clicked the read more link I was getting ready to ask if you were still in high school.
But now that you’ve cooled me off with that image of Bushmill’s, pass me a glass, willya?
Boone’s Farm reminds me of my second college roommate. She was a large and wide bottle blonde with too much makeup. She drank a lot and went to a lot of parties in the hopes that the frat Aryans she lusted after would notice her. It’s probably good for her that they never did. Her fragile self esteem wouldn’t have been able to handle being dumped.
For me, the whole purpose in Boone’s Farm was females. I was always a beer drinker but high school girls didn’t generally go for beer. Enter Boone’s Farm.
I guess the point is that if you’re still buying Boone’s Farm after you hit the age of 21, something is wrong with you.
Also, I find it funny that in this thread there’s only two mentions of the actual Booze of the Week.
I was one of them.
*ppphhhheepppp* … and so was I, if you count the words “Irish goodness” as being inter-changeable with “Bushmill’s”.
WHOO HOO!! I was the first one to mention Bushmills!!!
What do I win?
Bushmill’s…I got a (half) bottle in the vault. I must say though, as fine as this whiskey happens to be, I still prefer Jameson’s and Michael Collins (Irish made scotch) better.
You win posting rights on this blog.
Fair enough, smartypants.
Just got done sending the in-laws off after a huge marathon sixteen-day visit/remodel at my place. Bushmill’s is the gift to give the FiL.
Boone’s. Wow. The only better panty-peeler is home-made fuzzy navels that I used to blend up for the chicks. Secret ingredient to a quality Fuzzy Navel? High-proof vodka.
Boone’s sure was good for a hangover, wasn’t it? Bushmills (and Jameson) are better by far – better appreciated by the elders.