One other change, is that I've switched from my summer vodka/tonic to my winter bourbon and coke. Y'all know that I love whiskey, but believe in moderation in all things, except loving a good woman, which should be done enthusiastically.
My to-to, day-in-and-day-out whiskey for mixing with coke (or diet coke, in my case), is either Jim Beam white or Evan Williams, whichever strikes my fancy at the time. But I buy it in the transmission size. You know, the big bottle. When you turn it on its side, it looks like a transmission.
When I was a young'un, whiskey came in several sizes. half-pints, pints, fifths, and half-gallons. Those were good, imperial measurements that everyone understood. I haven't seen a pint of whiskey in a while, and I imagine that they're still available. The last time I saw a pint of whiskey, the counter-guy at an old country store kept a case of pints of cheap gin under the counter to sell to the winos who wanted to mix gin with grapefruit juice. He sold a lot of Tex-Sun grapefruit juice out of that store. But I digress.
I still buy my good sipping whiskey in the smaller 750 ml bottles, but my mixing hooch is bought in the larger bottles. I understand those larger bottles are 175 cl, whatever in the hell that means. (I know that it means 0.46 of a gallon, which ain't a half, and we're getting screwed, but that's the world we live in.
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"Whiskey. A young man's curse and an old man's comfort." I usually have a couple low-carb beers in the evening and chase 'em with a jigger or 2 (no more) of good Bourbon, or Rye, or StillHouse (legal)Moonshine. Takes the edge off, worn-out arthritic shoulders ease off, cares of the day recede, and all's right with the day.
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