My grandparents were teetotallers, full-on official one side, and just nondrinkers on the other. My family? My parents used to off most of a bottle of wine over the course of an evening, and dad would sometimes have a scotch on occasion. Alcohol messes with my mom's already bad sleep, so they don't do that so much anymore. My mother loves beer too, "for the burps." But is positively goofy after one.
I think the only time my grandmother had alcohol was by accident. It was supposed to be lingonberry juice at one of her ladies' lodge teas. It had fermented. So you had all these drunken swedish ladies who had no idea what hit them.
I'm drinking beer right now AIFG.
I recall reading that in colonial days of America, most everyone including children drank beer or hard cider all the time. I don't know why; water from streams and rivers might sometimes be bad to drink, but well water was usually safe.
In European cities, long experience had shown that beer was safe to drink and water was not. It was quite accidental, in that most beer-making processes ended up boiling the water at some point, plus hops have antibacterial properties. Since they didn't know what made water dangerous, they viewed all water as dangerous. It was usually small beer, but they did drink beer and hard cider from morning to night, so I imagine they were slightly buzzed.
History trivia: The Pilgrims settled at Plymouth Rock because the captain of the Mayflower was afraid to spend any more time looking for a better spot, because the ship was running low on beer.
The Pilgrims settled at Plymouth Rock because the captain of the Mayflower was afraid to spend any more time looking for a better spot, because the ship was running low on beer.
Boy that explains a lot about Joe. Good to know he comes by it honestly.
I usually have a drink every night, sometimes two. I don't drink wine as much as I used to because I didn't regulate my intake as well when I wasn't making individual cocktails. Beer feels me up too much now, though it's still delicious.
The Pilgrims settled at Plymouth Rock because the captain of the Mayflower was afraid to spend any more time looking for a better spot, because the ship was running low on beer.
Ginger with the History Win.
Pilgrims, pioneers, and beer. That really kinda explains America. Churches, saloons, brothels, and a driving desire to build more of them in new and different places.
Beer probably saved the human race at one point or another. Probably several times. I'm all in favor of it.
I started doing my own nails and I'm getting better at it. I think getting some good cuticle remover, a good base coat and an excellent top coat (thanks to Plei) have made all the difference. I'll still cut them short every few weeks, but then I do a manicure and paint them and they grow out nicely.
The Gervais Golden Globes commercials adorable.
I think the only time my grandmother had alcohol was by accident. It was supposed to be lingonberry juice at one of her ladies' lodge teas. It had fermented. So you had all these drunken swedish ladies who had no idea what hit them.
I love that story.
I think the guidelines are fairly ridic. If you followed them, you'd never get drunk ever. And getting drunk is far from the only reason to drink, but I don't think it's the scourge that those rules make out.
