Saturday, December 28, 2013

Potent Potables


Sarge's post about making it Home Again- Briefly got me in the holiday spirit, literally and figuratively, with regards to Egg Nog with a healthy touch of bourbon.  As I thought about pouring myself one, I sat down here at the computer and realized that the makings of not only a great drink, but a fun post was somewhere in the works.

Sure, there are a few potent potables that can be mixed with egg nog- Rum, Brandy, Bourbon or other types of Whiskey are the typical ones, but I'd like to know your tastes.  What is your favorite, and what kind (or brand) of booze do you prefer to add to it?  Now that's not a request for recipes, this ain't food.com after all, so keep it simple.  Now this is supposed to be an interactive post- you lurkers out there, as well as the regulars, need to comment to get full credit.


I read that some folks even put cognac and rum into theirs, or even some Creme de Cacao.  Kahlua seems like a great additive, as does some Baileys, but I can't say I've tried. Let me know what you put in your nog. Spiced Rum?  Light or dark?  What brand of bourbon?

Not sure what recipe was being made here.  Can't forget the nutmeg though!
The choice of Sailors?  Or just ones named Jerry?
Or do you like the pre-spiked stuff?  As I walked through the package store (Class-6 for you Army and Air Force types), I noticed several brands of pre-mixed nog, with bourbon and brandy primarily.  I've tried Mr Boston's creamy egg nog, but wasn't that impressed.


That's a bourbon bottle- somebody likes a little eggnog in their booze.
This bottle is half empty.  It's 5 o'clock somewhere.

Let's take that a bit further.  Whether or not you put it in eggnog, what type of whiskey do you prefer?  I guess that pick-list could include any of the following-

Different country types- American, Canadian, Scotch, being the primary ones
Different blends- Single or Blended, Malted or Grain
Or just the basics- Rye, Bourbon, or Scotch.
How do you like it?  Neat, with water, on the rocks?  Mixed with something- soda or ginger ale?

Some Chivas with some soda is what my mom preferred, although wine was more her usual choice.  My dad liked bourbon and a splash of ginger ale.

Sarge likes this one.



I ask because my own interest in the hard stuff is fairly new.  No, I didn't just convert from Mormonism, or recently shed the Baptist faith (I was in the Navy after all, Naval Aviation at that).  It's just that in the service, I tended to be a fairly benign beer drinker, Corona (the SoCal choice), Michelob (my dad's beer), or whatever the club served, and that was about it.  I was a social drinker- whatever everyone else was having or whatever was on tap was my choice.  Sure, I'd have the occasional concoction made with hard liquor- a whiskey sour if you will, or the social shot of tequila.  Maybe even a kamikaze if some squadron-mates were so inclined.

The dreaded Kamikaze...Don't drink more than one...trust me.

But my experience and taste for the harder stuff was fairly limited.  Now that I'm older, with a bit more disposable income, and the convenience of doing the majority of my drinking at home with no need to drive afterwards, I've delved into the hard stuff a bit more.  Fortunately, I never had the demons or the inclination to drink more or drink harder.

I'm not much of a member- more of a bench warmer.


My lineage is Irish, (Feeney and Nolan being the family names), so I can drink and carry a tune as the joke goes.  Blossfield (or Blossfeldt) is the paternal Grandfather's name, German I'm told, but his mother was Irish.  Not that any of this has to do with anything, but the demons and inclination were strong with this one, and he's not the last in the line unfortunately.  As I said though, luckily I avoided that gene or disposition, so I feel I can dive a bit deeper into the finer mixological arts without a concern about getting too deep.


Several years back a friend lined up three whiskey tumblers for my own taste test, my first time drinking whiskey straight.  He poured a bit of scotch in each- a 10 year, 12 year and a 20 year blue label.  I thought the 10 year was ok, the 12 was better, but the 20 year was so much smoother, darker, and thicker than the others that they might has well have been mouthwash compared to the blue label.

I have tended to favor Johnnie Walker, mainly due to that taste test, and also from a trip to Sasebo back in 2009.  As I walked through the Narita Airport in Tokyo to transfer to the Sasebo flight, one of the duty-free stores had a girl offering samples of their various bottles, including JW Blue.  She asked if I'd like one and of course, I said yes.  After I finished it with a smile, she asked if I'd like another!  Silly question.  In that short time, I had probably over $50 U.S. worth of that liquid gold, and it didn't cost me a thing.

If one needs another reason to consider Johnnie Walker Scotch, I offer the following:


















I really like this version of Johnny Walker "Red."  Good alcohol and red-heads tend to make men mad.  See what I did there?  Guffaw.

The Blue Label is wonderful, but prohibitively expensive to be a drink one has regularly.  I did splurge on a bottle a few years back while on a cruise, which offered some great prices.  I opened it the day UBL was killed, which was a good way to celebrate, and had another at a less happy time back in 2012 as part of a virtual memorial which some of you probably took part in.


If you're not familiar with the webpage shown on my laptop above, I refer you to the picture of the distinguished gentleman standing in front of a jet on the right margin of this page (and no, not the one in the "Staff" section).

I know I wasn't partaking in the traditional drink (For Strength!), but I don't think Lex would have minded.

That leads me back to the original question today- what do you put in Eggnog?  I don't care how much you like Lex, or Guinness, the mix below just sounds nasty:


Let me get back off-track though.  My brother-in-law introduced me to this brand of bourbon during the holidays last year.  Not a bad one at all.  Good sippin' whiskey I must say.


Now that I've gotten your attention with either Christina Hendricks or Guinness, I'll ask you about your favorite beer types.  I don't dislike Guinness, but I'm more of a Pilsner drinker than a Stout guy.  However, on a business trip to Bavaria back in 2005 (Grafenwohr and Vilseck for you Army types), I really grew to enjoy Hefeweizen.  Some find it too thick and they don't like the heavy wheat taste so I offer you the best beer in the world:


That's a filtered Hefeweizen, or Kristall Weissen.  It doesn't have the heavy wheat, but the taste is still there, and it's a very crisp flavor.  You can find it at some specialty beer shops, or BevMo out here on the left coast.  Erdinger and Weihenstephaner are the brands I've found here, but there are many in Germany.


My statement regarding the best beer is highly subjective of course.  Best beer in my world though.  What do you like and why?  Most of my choices have to do with something I've experienced- my dad's beer, my mom's mix, my trip to Japan, etc.  Are there reasons besides taste that influence your choice in potent potables?

To sum up- let us know what you drink and how you drink it.  What kind of booze, beer, or even wine, which we didn't get to in today's lesson.  Now class, remember, to get full points for class participation, you need to comment.  There are no wrong answers- just enlighten and inform us all.

Sarge is out for a few days and his posts should be limited since he's busy with more important things (like family!)  So as Lex would say- "Talk amongst yourselves."  I offered a topic so it's over to you... (and 5 points of extra credit to the first to know what the title references).



Friday, December 27, 2013

The Friday Flyby - 27 December

8-Reindeer Powered Aerial Gift Hauler, Mark IV, Mod 3
(8RPAGH, MkIV, Mod 3)
As I only have a little time before we wing our way to Detroit (in an aircraft, not a sleigh) I thought a bit of whimsy for the Friday Flyby might be in order. After all, 'tis the season.

Technical details on Santa's sleigh are available here. (It never ceases to amaze me what one can find on the web of world-wideness.)


That Tomcat had no chance. No chance I tell you!
Many attempts have been made to copy Santa Tech
(With limited success...)

Propulsion Units for the 8RPAGH, MkIV, Mod 3
Reindeer, Mark I, Mod 0
Though the 4-Reindeer Powered Aerial Gift Hauler, Mark I, Mod 1
had an impressive sand dune capability, it was considered underpowered for
world wide coverage on Christmas Eve.

The 6-Reindeer Powered Aerial Gift Hauler, Mark II, Mod 0.
Though it had impressive handling characteristics and superior

short field capabilities, the 6RPAGH, MkII Mod 0 was still too
underpowered to perform the mission in the specified time period.

The Latest Fielded Version: the 9RPAGH, MkV Mod 0.
Features more power and speed and very impressive limited visibility capabilities
using the Randomizing Ultraviolet Density Optimizing Light Flasher, or RUDOLF.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it...

Wishing you all the best of the season!

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Home Again - Briefly

Route 12 South, Somewhere in New Hampshire
Boxing Day, 2013
So the trip to my Mom's house on Christmas Eve was uneventful. The skies were fairly clear, a little overcast here and there, but generally clear and dry. Yes, no precipitation fell on the 24th of December.

The further north we went, the colder it got. Back in the woods one could see evidence of the snow which had fallen on a couple of occasions earlier in the month. Quite honestly, I'm used to seeing a lot more snow in the northern reaches of Massachusetts and in the southern bits of western New Hampshire. But the winter is still young. There is plenty of time for the heavy snowfalls to sweep through this area.

But the little kid in me wanted to see snow. Lots of snow. Just not on the road. But on the trees, in the fields and the like.

At my Mom's house there was some snow, maybe three to four inches of old snow. But there were patches of bare grass, so the dream of a white Christmas was out the window.

But as I have related in the past, some snow can be nice. But ya need to be careful what you ask for!

Christmas itself was grand.

Mom, her two cats, Your's Truly, The Missus Herself, The Olde Vermonter, Missus Olde Vermonter (and I need to come up with a different nom de blog for her, she's "not comfortable" with having a moniker containing the word "olde" or any variant thereof, can't say I blame her), The Young Vermonter, City Girl and (of course) The Musician. Up from Boston for the occasion he was.

Much excellent food was consumed and of beverages there were many.


Now on Christmas Eve, I discovered a new found love for egg nog, especially when mixed with this -


The Musician brought a bottle of that nectar with him. He also brought a six-pack of this (which of course we sampled on Christmas Eve) -


Very nice I found this beverage. Now behind that bottle up top it says the following -


And yes, I do expect more from my beer!

Now the Christmas Day beverages consisted of more egg nog, plus the following selection which I had brought up from Little Rhody -

A Favorite!

The Sarge's Personal Favorite

Commented Favorably Upon

Sigh...
We never got to this one.

Of course it wasn't all booze and beer. We had numerous dishes.

Turkey, ham, meatballs, yams, broccoli and cheese casserole, stuffed celery, deviled eggs and a dish which I'd never had before - 

Tourtière

Tourtière is a meat pie originating from Lower Canada, usually made with finely diced pork and/or veal, or beef. Wild game is often added to enhance the taste of the pie.
I simply loved it! Perhaps it's my sang Québécois but never having tried it before, I loved it at first bite. Delicious and...

Oh my gosh, that's it! No more Missus Olde Vermonter, no. Henceforth, the wife of The Olde Vermonter shall be known as Madame Tourtière! Vive la Tourtière!

Watched some TV in the evening after The Olde Vermonter and his tribe headed home to the ancestral dwelling. Letting the food and beverages settle. (For those who might be wondering, there was also pie, made by my Mother, therefore delicious. There was apple and there was chocolate. If my family had a coat of arms, it would include chocolate. Somehow.)

Whilst watching various and sundry Christmas specials and news broadcasts, saw that the weather for Boxing Day was calling for snow. The white stuff. The day after Christmas! C'est dommage, quelle honte! And of course, Boxing Day we were traveling!

(What's that? What's Boxing Day? Well, you can read my Boxing Day post from last year. I think I explained it rather well.)

Sure enough, at around 1000 hours (local, 1700 GMT) it started snowing. We loaded up and headed out, as did The Musician. The further south we went (once we cleared the high country north of Keene) the less snow we saw. OTOH, The Musician had to abort. The path he took was nearly due east, he saw three, yes three, accidents before traveling ten miles from my Mother's house. He turned back.

When we were safely home in Little Rhody, we called Mom to let her know we had trapped safely aboard USS OAFS. She informed us that The Musician did actually get back on the road. About three hours later than his scheduled departure. Seems the snow had let up, the roads were plowed, the planets were aligned, etc., etc.

So we get to catch our breath and then launch again tomorrow. For it is off to Michigan for to visit with Big Time and his tribe. (Of course, The WSO and Little Bit will be there. As will The Nuke.) I anticipate a grand time.

So blogging may be light.

Of course, I said that it might be light over the Christmas holiday. And Tuna stepped up to the plate and delivered some quality material. So maybe he'll do that again.

We shall see.

As for all of you out there in the blogoverse, I hope you all had a joyous and wondrous Christmas with family and friends. Enjoy the remainder of 2013. I shall return...

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

The Red Nomex Aviator


On the night before Christmas my ship was at sea,
A big flat-top "bird farm" from the land of the free.
Cruising the ocean at "the tip of the spear",
So everyone home could sleep sound with no fear.
Flight ops had ended hours ago,
The day crew had turned in and gone down below.
Night crew was doin' their maintenance checks,
The aircrews and pilots were gettin' some rest.
The cooks in the galley were fixin' Mid-rat's,
The Air Boss and Cap'n could finally relax.
CIC called up said something's inbound,
Prob'ly the mail plane, a C-2 Greyhound.
Stand clear of the foul-line, one to recover,
"Angel" is airborne, to starboard he'll hover.
Spotters see only one red blinkin' light,
No markers on wing-tips, now somethin' ain't right.
All eyes are watching but no one believes,
What comes o'er the round-down, bold as you please.
Nine deer and a sleigh, no tail-hook or tires,
How does Paddles grade a trap with no wire?
A red Nomex flight-suit, of course gloves that match,
And S. Claus printed on his aviator patch.
Why, it's old Santa Claus wearin' goggles and leather,
With bags full of Christmas cards, presents and letters.
Don't stand there gawkin', froze in your tracks,
Give him a hand with unloadin' those sacks.
The bags are all carried to the mail room below,
And after a pre-flight, Santa's ready to go.
The cat-crew is wondering now which hold-back pin?
Santa just laughs then he's airborne again.
We didn't hear jingling bells from his sleigh,
Ol' Santa was whistling Anchors Aweigh.
Off the angle-deck, over wave-caps of white,
Even without afterburners he's soon out of sight.
We all stood there doubting what we had just seen,
But the deer left a present, smelly and green.
Over the side with all the deer turds,
Don't want them things fod'in one of our birds.
Tho' that night happened many long years ago,
Santa still travels to our ships on the foam.
(H/T to the Goat Locker).


Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Airy Merry Christmas

The picture of the S-3B with Santa splattered on the nose probably wasn't an original idea.  When searching the interwebs and my own collection for the various Viking pics the other day, I came across the following similarly themed paint-job:


But that got me to thinking about a bunch of Christmas Cards I had found several years back.  I don't remember where I picked them up, and I haven't seen them in stores since, but I guess you can get them from Stonehousecollection.com.  They were a big hit with my Navy buddies, several of whom had left Naval service for the big leagues, but everyone appreciated the theme.  They're fun, aviation-relevant, and even more to my style- a bit irreverent.  Be advised, no animals or elves were harmed in the making of these cards (or this post).  Here you go:










Those are the ones I remember from the pack, but I found a couple others:





And the most irreverent picture I found isn't from the card collection at all, but it is kind of cool. 

Parents are urged to be cautious as the picture contains some material that parents might consider inappropriate for children under 13 years.


Santa-BREAK RIGHT- CHAFF- FLARES!  Hope you make it.