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. …
(Excerpt) Read more at irishcentral.com ...
Well..
If she starts sewing a uniform of spider silk...
I could, but I'm resisting any effort at making this personal. I still have to address the one for the manager here, and my printing is so unique that he would know exactly who it was from. This is from The Residents, so I don't want my name attached to it in any way.
Oh, goodness! I want that squee! What a perfect floofy kitteh face that is!
I tried very hard to ignore the alarm this morning, but since it will ring for 10 minutes, it eventually woke me up. And now, I have to go take a shower, since I have to open the clubhouse in an hour.
The barometer started dropping yesterday, and there were a lot of floating crystals at the top of the storm glass. This morning, there are just the crystals at the bottom, and the still-dropping barometer. It’s also 36 degrees out.
It was chilly here, too.
I need to go get a yogurt, but I will do it after I open the clubhouse. I was hoping my money would be deposited this morning, but it isn’t there, so I need to get a couple of yogurts and some rice pudding to last me the next few days. I hate just going for two things. :o|
I just found this on FB, and it ties right in with the book “The Bible As History.” Actually, I never doubted that this happened, and was always anticipating physical proof. And here it is...
On the way out of the drive this morning heading to church I discovered that I was mistaken when I said that the peoples out in front last night picked up the orange cones, tossed them in their blinkeylight vehicle, and left. They left leaving the orange cones in place and the road blocked.
I am now informed the reason is that a tree is down just up the road a piece and it is leaning on power lines and blocking the road.
Apparently this has not caused an outage except for the house where the tree once was - the tree’s demise also ripped down their service entrance feed. On the outage report from the ConEdisonMinion website it is indicating only one customer affected on our road. That means that those folk will be waiting forever to get their service restored.
You know - the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one..
That family with no power has my deepest sympathy. I’ve been fairly fortunate in all the years that I’ve lived here, as I can recall only once when the power was out for longer than an hour; that was in the middle of one of the coldest Februarys I can ever remember. The power was out for nearly three hours, and the wind chill was about 9 degrees.
I couldn’t even offer the guys some hot coffee, as I had no car to go get some. The reason for the outage was a hugh transformer on the property went out. I never knew why.
Since then, an hour is long, especially in the summer, during the monsoons. NV Power has an excellent record of getting power restored, no matter what, but I guess at the rates we’re paying, we should expect that.
Fortunately it is not Alberta Clipper cold. It’s 36 here right now, low tonight is 26 - much better than the single digits it was two weeks ago. I do know that the house has a wood stove so they at least won’t freeze, but since their water comes from a well, they probably don’t have running water. I have been in the house but do not remember if the kitchen range is propane or electric.
The longest we were without power here was when Hurricane Sandy knocked it out. That was six days I think. We were fortunate then. Some people we knew were out for two weeks.
I assume when they really do pick up their orange cones the repairs are done.
I can remember winters in Alaska when I was a tiny tot. The Takus blew out the living room window, and as luck would have it, it happened on a Sunday. Still, my dad was able to get the glass replaced later on that day, and I don’t recall how.
I do recall tunnels in the snow outside our back door, made by my brothers. Yah...like that. :o])
We had all the “survival” stuff as a matter of course, because it WAS Alaska. My dad used to fish off the pier in Juneau during the season, and we would have king salmon for supper.
Summers were great. It’s amazing how 24-hour daylight can increase your ability to play... ;o]
When I left to go to the milk-cheap place about 1815 or so the blinky-light-truck was out in front picking up the orange cones.
On the way back from the store I came in from the other direction so I could be nosy. The road is open but they still had the nominal eastbound lane blocked. The tree in question was a rather tall White Pine of substantial girth that had been situated as the northernmost tree in a line of them that ‘sheltered’ the western side of the house. It felled to the northeast bringing down the electric service wires and (before they started gnawing away at it with chain saws) spanning both lanes of the road. It did not appear that it had impacted the house, but it was dark when I went past.
Power is restored to the house, and it smelled of pine forest when I drove past.. ;-)
On another note, I see that the weather foregnosticators are preguessing that it will be sunny and in the fifties tomorrow. This is a good thing as I need to jack up the car to allow all of me access to the inner cv joint on the right side front drive axle and slather it full of molly grease. (The boot is open thus causing loss of lube and entrance of undocumented foreigners, er, foreign matter. It is acting like it’s dry and grabbing so it needs grease before it disintegrates with intent. I have a replacement axle assembly but have been postponing making the appointment to get it into the work-on-the-car-place.. (My assorted olio of tools does not contain the necessary big socket for the axle nut or the drift pin to remove the roll pin they tell me is in there thus turning it into a pay-someone-to-do-it task.)
(Spell chequer thinks I spelled olio wrong. Obviously has a limited vocabulary..)
I expect your spell checker would prefer “oleo.”
What do spell checkers know? Oh. Wait. With relapses of CFIDS comes dyslexia and I can put an exotic twist onto every day words.
Spell checquer keeps me in checque. And olio is a weird word, but it fits into crosswords about every other day. But then, so does Oreo.
Dat little squee has a diamond on her face!
And now I have to sort clothes.
Isn’t she the sweetest thing? I love kittens!
Bill forgot to put his wash in the dryer last night, so now he’s late for work as he waits on his work pants and shirt. I’m fighting the urge to gloat even more.
Vlad needs a tetanus shot; I’ll have to call Dr. Hall’s office when they open.
Why in the world does Vlad need a tetanus shot? I hate those things. There is nothing they can do to make them an even somewhat mild experience.
Bill needs to move out instead of waiting on Mom to put his clothes in the dryer. Do you think he has learned anything?
Laundry sorted. It’s clothes today, so the hard part is hanging them up when I get home.
I was going to go to the post office to mail this packet, but they cut their hours and don’t open until 0900, so I’ll go to the UPS Store a block away, as they open at 0800. I hope I have enough money after my wild spree at Wally’s — two yogs and a rice pudding! LOL!
Oh.
Look.
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