Regular readers know that I enjoy a cocktail in the late afternoons. Belle declared Happy Hour a few moments ago, and rather than reaching for the bourbon that I normally enjoy during the cool months, my hand grabbed a bottle of vodka. Luckily atop the refrigerator, I had an unopened bottle of tonic water from last year. And, it fizzed when I un-cracked it.
So, in the week after Easter, I guess I've gone from bourbon and coke to vodka and tonic. It's a seasonal thing. And, the seasons, they are a-changing.
I learned to drink vodka-tonic at the old Fiddler's Green, the junior officer bar at Fort Knox, KY. The bartender there, Susie recommended it to me one night when I ordered a Reuben from the grill. I haven't had a good Reuben sandwich since Fort Knox, but I admit that their Ruben was the first one I had ever tasted, and Reuben's aren't big in the Deep South.
I was at the local deli last month, and asked about corned beef. They don't stock it. The only corned beef I could find was Hormel in the can, and I ain't going there.