It’s the Burn

Tradition at the grandparents house is a cocktail at 5:00pm. Sometimes it might be a little early, but it is *never late* or skipped.

Ever.

It’s a tradition I try to take part in when I can. If I’m too tired or didn’t eat anything all day, then I definitely skip since I still have over an hour drive ahead of me. If I’m staying for dinner I do have one. But I don’t drink the whisky. Or rum. Or scotch. Or gin. I have to wuss out with a vodka something (of late, grapefruit juice has been pretty good). I just can’t drink the booze. Why?

I can’t get past the burn.

Into 2 rocks glasses with ice I pour in a generous shot of Jack Daniels for the g’rents. Topped with water, bottomed with a cocktail napkin. Into 1 more rocks glass I pour a sissy shot of vodka and finish with grapefruit juice or bloody mary mix.

As they down theirs, I sip mine, adding more mix as the level in the glass allows.

Wine? Oh yea, 2 bottles in a night is not a problem for me. Beer? I can keep up, don’t you worry. But booze? I can’t do it.

That’s not entirely true. I do enjoy a good tequila now and again, but we all know that I can’t have tequila if there is any travel involved. And a shot of Tuaca with an icy cold beer back is pretty keen on occasion too. I just can’t handle the hard stuff.

By Don

Lead bottle washer at donburnside.com, host at whiteroofradio.com and tech guru for the MotoringFile family of sites.

1 comment

  1. Somebody has to make up for us folks that drink whisky like water. I on the other hand cannot finish a bottle of wine. Stuff makes me way too sleepy.

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