I like Catholic bourbon. Even the name signifies Catholic ~ Bourbon!
I can’t remember the monk’s name, but one wrote something along this line in the Middle Ages:
“I don’t know why but everything seems to go better with beer.”
Now, when God kicked Adam and Eve from the Garden, he could have been merciless. He wasn't. He said they could take some juniper trees with them. Thus, we can have gin. This provides a glimpse of what we have to anticipate if we live good lives. It says right here Heaven is teeming with juniper trees.
There isn't any refreshment in this world better than a well made martini, well, a Gibson gets close, and mine are as good as any and better than most. I understand in Heaven you can drink for enjoyment, and much as you like, and you never get past happy. Oh, and in Heaven there are no hangovers. I guarantee it.
we bought a book awhile back that was called something like “The Bad Catholic’s Guide to Wine, Women and Song”. It was a history of different Catholic liqueurs and their connection to the Faith. It was not written by Catholic Bashers, but by a couple of guys who loved Church history and happy excuses to drink and try new recipes. We gave the book away to a couple who promptly misunderstood what it was and never replaced it. A pity.
I think it was Einstein who said......naw.....it’s just me but if you throw Einstein’s name out there, forty or fifty more people will read this, “Art can only come after the mastery of the science of the subject.” Where is the science in this article? Where is The Scientific Method? First, we need a hypothesis. Here it is (). Oh, that’s a parenthesis. Sorry. I recall the words of my professor, “Always take the null hypothesis”. Here it is. “Drinking is null.” What the heck does that mean? I’d better have another drink. Maybe it will come to me. Like the floor came to me after that 8th shot of tequila. There is a science to drinking. Perhaps we should have a Nobel Prize for advancing science in drinking. I nominate myself. That John Nash guy won a Nobel Prize for thinking about how to pick up women in a bar. I can tell you how to pick up drinks in a bar. Use all of your hand. You don’t want the glass to slip out of your hand and ruin your experiment. Using just your thumb and trigger finger is not only dangerous, it makes you appear high-falutin. Maintain a smooth and steady motion as you bring the glass (or bottle if you’re Norwegian) to your lips. Spilling liquor is a waste of money and creates a safety hazard for your friends. You might step on their heads when they’re down there on the floor trying to lap up your spilled liquor. Should I win a Nobel Prize for my theory on picking up liquor in a bar, I will buy a round for everyone on the selection committee.
There is the great tale of the origins of Lenten beer.
In old Germany, monks had concerns about the consumption of beer during the Lenten fast, and whether it was an acceptable practice. On their own, they could not reach a conclusion as to whether beer was too tasty to be pious.
So with some difficulty, a large case of beer was sent to Rome, so they could get a definitive answer. However, in Rome, the drink of choice was wine, and they found beer to be repulsive in flavor.
As such, they returned a hasty directive to the monks, informing them that beer was approved with a “nihil obstat” (nothing hinders), with an added commendation to the Germans for their piety in drinking such a noxious beverage.
The Germans, for their part, ran with it, and today produce some extremely rich, high velocity Lenten beers.
How can you tell a difference between a Catholic and a Baptist?
The Catholic will wave back when you see him in the liquor store.
:-)
Oh yes, now let us have a food fight or a religious cat fight over beer, wine & liquor.
I close my comment with Ogden Nash’s immortal limerick: Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.
The problem with drinking alcohol, Catholic or otherwise, is drunkenness and its other attendant sins.
Protestant whiskey versus Catholic whiskey? Bushmills vs. Jameson?
That explains a lot.
Many of my Catholic friends over the years were Protestant drinkers.