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Good Ideas: For your glass, For your etiquette

In Food, Random on 04/08/2013 at 4:25 pm

*** Financial compensation was not received for this post. A sample product was gifted from Deep Eddy. Opinion expressed here is my own. ***

 

Two Posts In One!

 RUBY RED

First, an endorsement: Usually, I am a beer drinker but when I venture to the other side of the liquor store, typically Deep Eddy Sweet Tea vodka is in hand (lemonade is in the other but do what you want).  It has a comforting taste, hails from my great state and gets my conversation engines revved.  This weekend, I was overjoyed to try the newest Deep Eddy flavor, Ruby Red grapefruit.  Instead of regaling the thesaurus to identify how deliciously ingenious it is, go buy yourself a bottle and make a drink.  Here’s a recipe:

  •   1 part Deep Eddy Ruby Red Vodka
  •   2 parts lemonade
  •   Garnish with a sprig of rosemary

 

If you’d like another recipe, check out this posting: http://whatareyoudrinking.net/2013/03/deep-eddy-ruby-red-vodka-is-a-perfect-drink-for-spring-break/

 

Second, some good ideas: Things Not To Do When Attending a BBQ Cook-Off

1.       Do not wear flip flops.

2.       Do not think you will win a drinking game.

3.       Do not sit on a wet tailgate.

4.       Do not leave your cooler unlocked.

5.       Do not settle for the first restrooms you find.

6.       Do not speak at normal voice level when commenting on the cosmetic choices of others.

7.       Do not mooch.

8.       Do not hog the armrest cup holders.

9.       Do not underestimate the importance of paper towels.

10.   Do not order a pizza.

No-I-think-it-means-with-beverage Trivia: Concan, Texas may (or may not) have gotten its name from Conquian, a card game popular in Texas in the seventeenth-century.

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Haikus to the beat of Honky Tonk Foodie

In Random on 10/24/2012 at 4:00 pm

Count with your fingers.

Literary HTF.

Unleash the haikus.

 

Relaxing with beers

The dancehall is cool and dark

Dance and laugh with friends

 

Hats on the ceiling

Tiny little elephants

I am bad at pool.

 

A museum to dance

History seen and unseen

Each place the oldest.

 

Cowboy hats have rules

Straw for heat, felt in winter

Get it shaped with steam

 

Christmas lights above

Older couples slide in tune

Windows propped for breeze

 

These beans are not good.

That brisket tastes like sunshine.

Cut, eat, toss, judge, cracker.

 

The band is too loud.

Your pool table is broken.

Have my beer? We’re good.

 

Everything with jewels

More sparkle, more maintenance

Hard to hid from law

 

Those are some nice boots

The stitching tells a story

That you paid too much

 

It’s time to road trip.

Join us on November third

Specht’s, Shade Tree, Twin Sis

 

I can fly! fact: Emperor penguins can propel themselves fast enough through Antarctic waters by releasing tiny bubbles of air from their feathers: The air acts as a lubricant, reducing drag as they swim up from the depths. (From photoblog.nbcnews.com)

Satan wants his weather back

In Random on 06/24/2012 at 4:46 pm

It is hotter than seven hells down here and I haven’t done a thing but whine about living in an un-air conditioned trailer from 1964.  But there’s hope, ladies and gentle dancers!

July brings out Dwight Yoakam to Kosciusko Hall (don’t ask me how to say it) and August is a research trip out of the south texas bubble to some famous places that gave honky tonks a good/ bad name.  Stay tuned for some write-ups and photogenics!

Here’s a picture from a wedding trip to Albert!  Note the snazzy new boots.  Jay is carrying me because I can not dance or maintain a beat but I sure love those waltzes! (Don’t act surprised, I disclosed this dirty secret at one point and here.)

Busting Balls trivia: Putt Putt is a registered trademark for a miniature golf franchise headquartered in North Carolina and can not be used by others for the amusement park or miniature golf business.  The miniature golf holes used in the construction of a golf course are copyrighted designed.

Just a hello

In Random on 01/04/2011 at 5:33 pm

Hello.

Here is a picture from New Years at Arkey’s in Bandera.

And a fun fact I have been saving for much too long: Reportedly, there is a long-established law forbidding singing and music in one particular street of Hamelin, out of respect for the victims: the Bungelosenstrasse adjacent to the Pied Piper’s House. During public parades which include music, including wedding processions, the band will stop playing upon reaching this street and resume upon reaching the other side. Thank you Wikipedia.

Just a tidbit

In Random on 09/28/2010 at 4:50 pm

I feel compelled to post something but I’ve been boring so here’s some trivia:

Average number of quirts from a cow’s udder needed to yield a gallon of milk: 345.  He he, quirts…

Thanks A.S.!

And a random picture:

No Kind of Dancer

In Honky Tonk, Random on 07/17/2010 at 6:20 am

As previously mentioned, I am no kind of dancer.  Which means I spend a fair amount of time checking out the dance floor.  Watching people dance is fun, especially older couples whose movements are incredibly in tune.  There are many styles of dancing in honky tonks; I’m only going to hit the most amusing ones.  The men will be picked on here because, as the leader, their style goes.  In no particular order:

The Walkers and Shufflers:

This group usually consists of younger guys and people new to the two steppin’ scene.  Instead of keeping time and whirling around, they either walk as they would on a sidewalk, only with a little more exaggerated knee bend, or they shuffle their feet around the outskirts of the floor.  The saving grace of this group is usually a tender woman, who comes along and shows them how to pick up their feet AND be on the sawdust at the same time.  Both sets tend to be a little awkward and bashful, which makes them adorable.  Also easy to relate to because most dancers began in this manner.

The Butter Churner and The Boxer:

The most easily recognizable of the styles, it is best to watch out for these folks because their arms are out to the side or straight up in the arm.  Butter Churners arms go up and down (like churning butter, get it?  No?  Here.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLh3s9X5fJQ).  The Boxer’s arm is straight up/ almost straight up and demonstrates more of a fist pumping action.

Here are two pictures of people dancing.  Can you spot the Butter Churner and the Boxer?

The Butter Churner:

The Boxer: 

(Easier to identify in real life)

Trotters:

These couples are forces to be reckoned with because they move unpredictably and quickly.  Their style tends to be a combination of very fast dancing and high knees flung in the air.  Don’t be fooled; this way takes serious concentration and years of practicing.  This group is least likely to venture out of their twosome.  If just watching a couple dance makes you exhausted, you may be witnessing a Trotter.

Lastly, The Neck Gripper/ The Personal Space Invader:

Admittedly, some chicks really dig this style.  These guys are the most likely to ask strangers to dance.  Maybe because some chicks dig this style.  The Neck Gripper is very much in control; not only with a strong lead but also by locking down an iron hand on the back or side of the partner’s neck.  The Personal Space Invader prides himself on every inch of his front touching his partner’s front.  Some take it even further by thrusting their knee in between yours ( you know who you are) while dancing.  Here is a picture of close dancers:

We’ll check back with them in nine months.

As noted, there are many, many ways to dance in a honky tonk.  These are just my favorites.  Thanks to the websites from which I stole pictures:

http://www.centraltexascountry.com/dance.html

http://www.bluegenesbandera.com/photo_album.html

http://www.banderacowboycapital.com/index.cfm

Political trivia:  President Herbert Hoover and The First Lady conversed with one another in Chinese when they did not want others to know what they were saying.

The Fun in Funeral

In Food, Random on 01/12/2010 at 4:40 pm

Sometimes funerals are a good time.  This is completely dependent on the circumstances of the death and the deathee but these things can have their moments.  Here are some things I like about funerals:

–          It’s a big ole reunion.  Especially for obscure family members, you get to see people who are not on the usual rotation and meet people you’ve only heard about.  The former often has news about family and are entertaining in their own right.  The latter leads me to my next item:

–          Everyone has stories.  If the deceased is the main focus, most of the stories are about them.  Usually people try to keep the tales upbeat and humorous.  If people are telling family/ friend stories, then anyone is up for a roast.  At most funerals I hear at least one or two stories I never knew.

–          Food is always a factor.  For funerals involving casseroles and Pyrex, it moves me that people are considerate of the grieving families and actively attending to the living.  For destination funerals, especially if the town has an associated history, you get to eat at restaurants with food you either heard about all your life, vaguely remember or dream about on a regular basis.

–          Maybe it’s because I grew up across the street from a cemetery but I think they are lovely places.  The tranquility of consecrated ground with the natural beauty of the outdoors.  Birds are singing, plants are growing, time isn’t a factor.

–          Cattiness is put aside (as much as possible).  Typically, cranky relatives have an off switch when it comes to funerals.  Sibling rivalries get a momentary pause.

–          As long as the person is there.  Which means there is plenty of poking fun at people who aren’t there.  There is gossip about scandalous relatives and speculation abound.  It’s a good distraction from the reason we’re all there.

Consumer trivia: The first product to have a bar code scanned was Wrigley’s gum. 

Famous Anonymous

In Honky Tonk, Random on 12/23/2009 at 3:06 pm

I don’t like to talk to famous people.  I don’t like to talk to semi-famous people.  And I am really not a fan of talking to people who are famous in their own mind.  The exception is when I’m helping someone famous do a normal activity, like in college when I gave a tour of the school to the daughter of Rhea Perlman and Danny DeVito with both parents in tow.  Ms. Perlman was there as a mother, listened intently and asked insightful questions.  Mr. DeVito was the public relations person who smiled for pictures and shook hands.  I do not doubt this arrangement is highly beneficial for sake of normalcy.

Typically, famous people, especially musicians, are either low-key or they are not.  The low-key ones do not have excessive monologue time on stage, are genuinely surprised when people sing along to their lyrics and are thrilled to receive compliments.  I am not debating whether or not non low-key people should to be non low-key.  Every personality is different and the majority of these artists are genuinely talented.  And since self-promotion is absolutely essential to the business, this can be pivotal.  I’m just saying I don’t like to talk to those people.  And in all fairness, they most likely have no interest in talking to moi.

The people behind the scenes are usually infinitely more interesting and normal.  Road managers, merchandise sellers and sound guys have stories to tell but won’t get anything out of telling except chat time.  Their stories are intriguing and much less self-oriented.  You also don’t feel obligated to buy a CD when they are done.

Of course there are people in this world I would be too completely star struck to utter a word to, purely based on their awesomeness.  This list includes but is not limited to, Lyle Lovett, Dwight Yoakum, Guy Clark, James McMurtry, Parker Posey, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, James Carville, Oscar Niemeyer, La Llorona and George Segal (also he’s dead so that would be awkward).

Childhood magic destroying fact: Scratch-and-sniff works by taking the aroma-generating chemical and encapsulating it in gelatin or plastic spheres that are a few microns in diameter. When you scratch the sticker, you rupture some of these spheres and release the smell.

This is not a post about Luckenbach

In Random on 12/15/2009 at 4:07 pm

Luckenbach is a legendary spit of town with frequent mention by more than one famous Texas music icon but do you know where it is?  Even with the assistance of this map, do you really know?

The road to Luckenbach is curvy and unsystematic.  Of course you become accustomed to the path but my first time was an obligatory pilgrimage, in a we’re-this-close-so-we-should-go trip.  The journey is peaceful and mind-clearing.  Cold and dry in the hill country, I love the parched winter colors.  The air is clear, grass is Pantone 393 C  http://www.pantone.com/pages/paint/paintselector.aspx and river water is vividly green-blue.  It’s a great time to drive around, which is highly beneficial because Luckenbach is not easy to find.  It is in the middle of nowhere and the signs are lacking.  In fact, this is the only sign we found:

Attached to the fence on someone’s yard, it was probably installed after the 1,357th time directions were requested.  The road to Luckenbach includes lots of map folding and discussions about the last time you/someone in your party got lost.  Ultimately, we found it, had a beer, perused the grounds and headed back.  It is worth the drive as long as your hurry is minimal.  Play wildlife and/or roadkill bingo.  Be careful out there people.

Random and slightly disturbing fact: The average number of people airborne over the US any given hour is 61,000.