October 18, 2018)
My first and last best
drink is milk, cold so it hurts.
Beer, crisp. Hootch: one cube!
*(Wid de milk. Biscotti with wine, still one bottle left of extra fine vin santo, but I have been known to heresy-ize a hazlenot biscotti with beer or even some Maker’s or Bushmill both with a side of still – and unchilled – water. Ice is the enemy of good hootch: it dulls the esters and makes them flee to Florida to o’er-winter where I talk sweetly to ’em and invite ’em over for a nice crisp cookie.)