Today was a good old fashioned do nothing kind of day, meaning I did nothing. Then I took a nap for a couple of hours and I've been tooling around on the computer, messing around with some old photos from some old trips.
I spent some time tweeking my panoramic shot from Thingvellir, Iceland.
I know it looks like a small picture but it's something like 120 inches long. I've been trying to upload the image to my Shutterfly account so I can get a printout and maybe get it framed but Shutterfly isn't accepting the image. I guess I'll have to tweek it a little more.
I just finished the last of some garlicky, peppery chicken soup I made to combat this latest viral onslaught Jon and I are undergoing at the moment. And I'm drinking a Tom Collins with actual vodka. And it's good. I broke down and bought some mixers at the supermarket. This is the first time in my life, I've ever made a drink like this.
It's tasty. Yum. Tonight I'll be watching the beginning of the end of The Sopranos.
Tony Soprano has risen again. God bless HBO.
2 comments:
Try a Tom Collins with real lemon juice and bar sugar (or simple syrup.) Really, really good.
Or you could add Champagne and make a French 75, or add egg white and cream for a Ramos Gin Fizz, or add Cointreau and pastis and Lillet to make a Corpse Reviver No. 2, and so on...
According to mother, Mr Tom Collins was a good looking playboy bootlegger from way back in the prohibition days, and his brother who was not so good looking, but a nicer fellow, had a drink named after him too.
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