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A Little Tipple

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If you don’t count the wine advent calendar, I probably have three or four alcoholic drinks a year.  It’s just not something I think about often.  Even when I’m out and about, I often abstain since I’m usually driving (although YA drinks less than I do and can be counted on to drive if necessary). 

So why I thought I wanted to go to the Old Smokey Moonshine Distillery when I was in Nashville.  A friend of a friend had gone there and mentioned it on social media; when I mentioned it to Pat, she said she’d never been and would like to see it as well.  When she told her son Chad that we were going, he volunteered to drive if he could join us.  Voila, a party of three.

Old Smokey is in a huge building: half large bar and half tasting bar and merchandise.  It was a gorgeous day and there was a lot of outside seating with music as well.  It had not occurred to me that we would be tasting moonshine, but apparently it’s “the thing to do”.  Four bartenders serve the tasting, one takes care of one quadrant of a big rectangle bar, serving 8-10 people at each tasting.  Each moonshine is served in a teeny little shot glass – can’t hold more than a couple of teaspoons – and there were five flavors of moonshine that day: apple pie, peanut butter, peppermint, butterscotch and eggnog.  Then there was also a piece of moonshine pickle and a piece of pina colada pineapple.   The bartenders have their schtick down pat – fairly enjoyable.  I didn’t eat the pineapple and I only had a small sip of the peppermint (it was 100 proof) but even considering that and the tiny size of the offerings, the alcohol went straight to my head.  I was really glad somebody else was driving.

It was a fun experience and the moonshine tasted better than I had expected but it didn’t convince me that I should buy a bottle of my own.  They make a huge variety of moonshine and they have the bottles all strategically stationed along the windows so that the sunshine lights them up.  Harriet enjoyed sitting among bright colors.  She’s underage, so while she could look at the week’s flavors, she wasn’t allowed to imbibe!

What did the bartender say after Charles Dickens ordered a martini?

23 thoughts on “A Little Tipple”

    1. Fast thinking this early Wes.

      PS I know you have been awaiting consequences to #45. This morning I am strongly considering moving to Colorado (wink-wink) while I rue Minnesota’s Supreme Court backing away from the issue. Yippeee!

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  5. Good grief, how can you all come up with these?? I’ll do my usual “thinking and be back later”, and then not add anything meaningful.

    We watched The Days of Wine and Roses (still doing the 60s blockbusters) last night. What a sad, sad movie… if you’re thinking of becoming a heavy drinker, that might deter you.

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      1. Thanks to two of my drugs, I am a tipple Scrooge. Spent the morning with audiology folks to see if hearing aids would work for me. Only in very limited environments. Thus not worth the price. They steered me to some other options to use in certain situations.
        Clyde

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