This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Surprise.

The Flame Beckons
This is my response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Surprise.
The Flame Beckons
“One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.”-Antonio Porchia
To Absent Friends: This past Thursday, 5th June, would have been my father-in-law’s 87th birthday.
View from the porch of our new house.
“I always take Scotch whiskey at night as a preventative of toothache. I have never had the toothache; and what is more, I never intend to have it.”-Mark Twain
I’m a total sucker for books that combine classic literature with, well, just about anything. Literature and cocktails, though? Oh, yes please! Make no mistake, friends: this book shall be mine!
Tequila Mockingbird: Cocktails with a Literary Twist by Tim Federle and Lauren Mortimer [courtesy Amazon]
10 Delicious Literary Beers to Drink While Reading [courtesy Flavorwire]
Which ones have you tried?
10 Famous Writers on How to Drink [courtesy Flavorwire]
The frozen sky spits out a combination pack of snowflakes: huge, miniscule, fat, puffy, wispy, deflated. Something for everyone, except me. I am ready for spring; curmudgeonly winter with his ridiculous whims needs to go away. Back to yesterday, or last week. Back to when he was wanted, appreciated, welcomed.
Snowy day, snowy day.
I have no energy, just a belly full of decadent food and a gaping need for a long, warm nap.
Creme Brulee French Toast.
Goodnight, all. I’ll write tomorrow.
Too Many Choices
This morning, The Chef made a trip to the party store to pick up what he calls Produce of Scotland, which is a crucial component of our Burns Night Supper. Although we will also serve wine, beer, and miscellaneous alcohol, next to these lovelies they matter not.
Produce of Scotland. Photo by The Chef.
The McClelland’s, although not our favourite, is perfect for the Scotch Tasting event: there’s a Lowland, a Highland, and an Islay. The wee bottles of Glenfiddich are the Toasting Contest Prize. The Glenrothes on the right is just because. The Botanist Gin on the left is for the odd person who isn’t into whisky but still wants to enjoy a sip of sweet Scotland’s finest.
For all of your drunken literary escapades.