Posted on 12/30/2016 5:08:46 PM PST by Olog-hai
After generations of his family spent their lives as outlaws for making the infamous Irish poitín, Pádraic Ó Griallais has finally been able to carry out the family business in the open just under a decade after the spirit was outlawed.
Taking a career break from his job as a high school teacher to establish a new business based on his old family recipe, Ó Griallais is free to produce and sell the highly alcoholic spirit as he pleases without the interference of the Gardaí [Irish police], who hounded the previous poitín distillers in his family with raids to put a stop to the production of the beverage that was outlawed from 1661 to 1997 due to excise regulations.
The production of the spirit was regulated by the Irish Department of Agriculture in 1997 but only under their specific regulations. Luckily the regulations still allow Ó Griallais to use the botanical bogbean that grows around his family’s homeland around Indreabhán, County Galway, that makes their specific recipe so special. …
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I am very tired this morning. It seems to be the norm for the last week or so; I don’t know if it’s CFIDS or something else, but I suspect CFIDS.
I had been feeling so good, and now this...maybe I’ll go take a nap when I come in from being with the peeps. The wind is up again. *sigh*
I’m forgetful, distracted, have ear worms of songs I hate for DAYS, and can’t spell. Not to mention my attention span is about half an inch long. So I guess we’re back to being side-lined by CFIDS for a few weeks. Ungh.
Ditto.
Shannon’s leg isn’t broken. She got an antibiotic shot, in case she has a bite we couldn’t see, her vaccinations, and some painkillers. She called young Dr. Kaylor several very nasty names, but he’s used to it.
I’m glad to hear Shannon has a clean bill of health, but sad to hear she has a potty mouth.
And me? I know this is unusual for me, but I can’t stay up any longer. I’m too tired and distracted, so I’m going to go to bed.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel better.
Good luck sleeping! I am at the dentist with Vlad now. I will go by the grocery store while they’re cleaning his teeth.
That was in response to Face’s new tagline.
It was a black X but when I copied it into a new window, it showed the picture.
“As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly!”
We’re at or below freezing tonight.
Maybe this will deliver the Snowmen of Doom?
LoL !
Strange-looking kitteh. Almost like a chimera. But a rather confused chimera!
I didn’t sleep, but being in bed was where I was supposed to be because I just wasn’t functioning. Now I’m up, waiting for the bathroom to warm up so I can shower. And warm up!
I guess it’s going to rain, but I don’t know. I haven’t opened the door, yet, so I don’t know if the patio wetted itself during the time I was in bed or not. The humidity is 80% so I can pretty well figure it’s 100% in some areas, and that means it will stick to surfaces.
Interesting video...oldest film clips of London with corresponding modern views. Earliest from 1890. HD for modern, catch as catch can for elder views.
Many calicos have one orange-tabby leg. Makes them look like they were put together from random cat parts.
I dreamed that I was supposed to go on a car trip with Patrick Stewart, but things kept going wrong, and it was Sally’s fault.
Cat LOLs from first days of film. Seems the interwebz cat photos and videos were inevitable.
Did Sally fail to procure the necessary eight-track tapes for Patrick's entertainment?
Poor cats. That was not a nice thing to do to them.
Heh. It was something to do with her not wearing shoes, but I don’t remember exactly what.
Poor kittehs. Taking out their frustrations about the harnesses and gloves on each other, rather than the dweeb that made them do it for his pleasure. Cat prostitutes, anyone? *sheesh* (Where did that phrase come from? This is supposed to be a Family Thread.)
I dreamed I was helping to change out the rear end of a bus that was taking me somewhere, only it wasn’t a standard bus. It had a camper bed over the cab, like some RVs do. But even that was strange as it was gleaming aluminum, like an Airstream.
Waking up was really a good way of not getting grease all over my clothes.
The Dreamer’s Dictionary (paperback, not online) says being on a bus means I’m heading toward my “goal,” whatever that is, but I’m thinking changing out the rear end was an obstacle of some sort. Weird.
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