Saturday, January 18, 2020

Crap in my Freezer

Our refrigerator is running out of time -- repairs that mean a new fridge, but don't make it unusable -- so we're taking our time shopping for a new one. It's a welcome luxury, really.

That allows is a reasoned, calm approach to emptying the freezer, rather than just grabbing everything and shoving it willy-nilly into the full-size freezer we have downstairs. That's a chance to get rid of things like blocks of quickly labeled "EMRGNCY BEAN SOUP -- 2/11" and several bags of lima beans I bought on sale in...2013?

Because I'm a whiskey writer, I also found three spherical ice molds, a Corkcicle Whiskey Wedge glass (still full of ice!), a set of Han Solo in carbonite ice cubes, and, inevitably, a bag of Whisky Stones. The one set of smaller sphericals are already on their way to the house in Millheim, the Corkcicle has a fresh charge of ice (waiting for this damned Dry January to be over). The Whiskey Stones? Already in the trash, because DEATH TO WHISKY STONES!!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Death to whisky stones? Why death to whisky stones?

Lew Bryson said...

I find them an inelegant solution to a simple problem. If you want your whiskey chilled without dilution, just keep it in the fridge. Whiskey stones introduce the possibility of foreign aromas into your whiskey (not to mention the possibility of chipped teeth). All this so someone make a weak joke about 'whiskey on the rocks.' I mean, sure, drink it any way you want, it's your whiskey, but…Death to whiskey stones!