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National Gin and Tonic Day

National Gin and Tonic Day is celebrated every year on April 9 to appreciate this vintage drink. Much like pancakes and maple syrup; bacon and eggs; spaghetti and meatballs; peanut butter and jelly; and apple pie and ice cream, something about G&T (gin and tonic) feels right. Alright, that’s enough dreaming about food for now!

What makes gin and tonic special is that it’s surprisingly easy to prepare yet tastes amazing. The ingredients are in the name; it doesn’t get any simpler than this, does it? G&T is the perfect daytime drink. Just kidding, it is equally perfect for nighttime too!

History of National Gin and Tonic Day

Gin has had a rollercoaster ride by falling in and out of fashion throughout the ages. Its origin is even more interesting. Gin and tonic was invented by the officers of the Presidency Armies, the Armed Forces of the East India Company operating in the Indian subcontinent. Malaria was a frequent problem for Europeans living in India and other tropical regions during this time. In the 1700s, Scottish physician George Cleghorn researched the use of quinine in the prevention of malaria. Quinine was consumed along with tonic water but had a bitter taste.

In the early 19th century, the officers of the Presidency armies in India began adding a mixture of water, sugar, lime, and good old gin to quinine to make the drink easier to go down. That’s how the famous gin and tonic cocktail was born! It was easy to make this drink as the officers were already given gin as part of their ration. Since tonic water is not used as an antimalarial medicine these days, it has lower quantities of quinine and is usually sweet and not at all bitter as it used to be.

Winston Churchill said, “Gin and tonic has saved more Englishmen’s lives, and minds, than all the doctors in the Empire.” Now, that’s some noteworthy praise. Soon, Schweppes arrived, the famous tonic water in 1783, which was aimed at the growing market of overseas Britons who had to take a daily preventative dose of quinine. Schweppes and other commercial tonics boomed in the colonies, and eventually in Britain as well. So, it appears we have malaria and the British Army in India to thank for this sweet and delicious concoction called G&T.

National Gin and Tonic Day timeline

1840s The G&T is Born

Tonic water is created after British citizens and army personnel in India mix quinine with soda, sugar, and lime.

1857 The Great Indian Mutiny

The British Crown obtains control of India after the Sepoy Mutiny, which leads to an influx of Britons and G&Ts in the subcontinent.

1870 Schweppes in the House

Schweppes introduces its “Indian Quinine Tonic” later known as “Indian tonic water.”

2010s Ginnaisance

After falling out of fashion for a while, gin and G&Ts make a comeback called the “ginnaisance.”

National Gin and Tonic Day FAQs

Why was gin nicknamed “mother’s ruin?”

People’s obsession was blamed for a lot of misery, crime, madness, death, and falling birth rates. Places that served gin let women drink alongside men for the first time and it is thought that this led women to neglect their children and turn to prostitution.

What is the ratio of gin to tonic?

You can go for three parts gin with five parts tonic water. The old school and simple one-to-two ratio is also good.

What kind of people drink G&T?

An Austrian study conducted on 953 people stated that gin and tonic drinkers tend to exhibit more signs of being psychopaths and malevolent than those who prefer other drinks.

How to keep gin and tonic fizzy?

A lot of ice cubes keep the temperature of the drink lower, which means that the carbon dioxide in the tonic finds it harder to escape, keeping the drink fizzy for a long time.

National Gin and Tonic Day Activities

Go for gin

Mix it up

Head out to your favorite bar

Just mix some gin, tonic water, lime, and ice for a nice G&T drink to cool down this summer. Whether we’re sipping on the drink by ourselves or at a party, we know it’s going to taste great!

Why stick to the same boring recipe when we can get creative? Look up some recipes and mix things up this National Gin and Tonic Day by creating an individual take on this classic drink with different flavors and colors.

Check out the nearest bars and restaurants for any exciting offers they might have on this special day. Posting a selfie with this refreshing drink is a good idea. Share its rich and colorful history too.

5 Facts About G&Ts That Will Blow Your Mind

Bathtub gin

“Fleabag” helped G&T sales

It’s an intergalactic drink

Thank Holland for gin

The Philippines loves gin

Gin was often made illegally in bathtubs by mixing cheap grain-alcohol with juniper-berry juice, which would lead to several illnesses and death.

The characters in the popular T.V. show “Fleabag” were seen drinking cans of Marks & Spencer G&T in an episode, resulting in a 24% jump in the drink’s sales.

Douglas Adams’ book “The Restaurant at the End of the Universe” suggests that the drink is known across galaxies.

Holland invented the spirit, which was popularized by the English, who were introduced to it in the 17th century.

With almost 43% of the world’s total consumption, the Philippines is the largest consumer of gin.

Why We Love National Gin and Tonic Day

It tastes great

There are many ways to make it

It’s easy to make

We all know that there’s no such thing as just one glass of G&T. Thanks to the drink’s delicious and irresistible taste, we just can’t stop having it!

Although a G&T is usually made up of just a few ingredients, we can still tweak the recipe to our liking by adjusting the amount of tonic water. We can also alter the quantity of lime juice, add different flavors, and get creative.

What other cocktail has all its ingredients listed in its name? G&T is arguably the easiest drink to make; all we need is gin, tonic water, lime juice, and some ice cubes. There’s no way to go wrong, even a child could do it! Wait, forget that last part.

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Autumn Cocktails

Here is a list of seasonal tipples, to celebrate the red and gold foliage, to warm up after a walk on crisp leaves in the woods, to cheer up a rainy afternoon! These cocktails are a toast to Autumnal harvest and fragrant with the season’s flavours. Enjoy!

Harvest Flip (Gin)

Sparkling Pear (Vodka)

Pine Gin Toddy (Gin)

Applejack Rabbit (Apple Brandy)

Hot Buttered Rum (Rum)

Vampire Gin (Gin)

Cranberry Smash (Whisky)

Manhattan (Whisky)

Espresso Martini (Vodka)

Old Fashioned (Whisky)

Rosemary, June and Gin (Gin)

Goldwyn Follies (Gin)

Sakura Gin (Gin)

Ginger and Lime Whiskey (Whisky)

Maple Hot Toddy (Brandy)

Mapletini (Whisky)

Heated Affair (Tequila)

The Frankie Drake (Gin)

Sidecar (Brandy)

Bourbon Mulled Cider (Bourbon)

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desolateice · 2 years

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Food of “Root Beer Floats and Green Tea” part 5 chapters 78- 110

Welcome to TKK3 arc

Fresh honey from Dutch’s Pizza at Mr. Miyagi’s Little Trees Early morning runs with wheat-grass protein smoothies with Dutch and Jessica Dutch’s tropical smoothie with spinach, kale, and protein powder. Daniel’s chocolate and peanut butter banana smoothie Johnny’s acai berry drink

Mr. Miyagi’s congratulations on the opening of your shop: champagne-style sake from the Lawrence's.

Johnny’s breakfast at a old-fashioned diner and with his mom and she had gotten them both big breakfast platters with pancakes, eggs, bacon, fruit, and toast.

Babysitter Johnny’s mac and cheese with cut up hot dogs

After taekwondo tournament hole in the wall celebratory pizza tradition. Daniel’s brunch with Laura: her bloody mary, Daniel’s eggs

Green tea and Mrs. LaRusso’s pie made by Daniel Halloween at the Brown’s House: Bobby’s monster mash pancakes, skeleton cookies Ohio lemon shaker pie Bobby’s lemon pie Daniel’s Mom’s blueberry pie

ghost cookie Frankenstein's monster bar grave parfaits Candy lollipops shaped like different monsters and severed limbs gingerbread homes scale models of paris and story books “There were so many cupcakes under the domes on the cake plates. Ghost toppings, some that looked like they were bleeding, and one with little candy witch's feet sticking out of it. “ Laura’s housewarming Halloween party: She hired a bartender to work on bubbling punch and alcoholic cocktails out in the garden and got cupcakes and sweets from the Browns and a catering company had made themed finger food. snacks, candied apples, and finger food, mocktails: Johnny had a dark purple almost black drink (made with juice and not vodka)

Mrs. Lawrence’s pumpkin muffins Trick or treats with the kids, no king size candy bars (though Mrs. Lawrence had those), Apples and mini bags of baby carrots. and raisins. The Browns give out: popcorn balls and king-sized candy bars.

Scampagnata Eggplant Parmesan Melanzane alla parmigiana sandwiches croquettes pasta salad, and there are fruit and cherry tomatoes. wine torta rustica pajeon Fancy pancakes from the cafe for Jessica’s goodbye breakfast Beach ice cream for broken hearted Californian boys Birthday dinner part 1: A cold soup was brought out on a bowl of dry ice so the whole thing smoked, crackled, and popped. Tiny salad all wrapped up in a slice of cucumber like it was a bite-size salad, sorbet palate cleanser, eclairs, chocolate soufflé

Hotel breakfast: pancakes, eggs, sausage or bacon, and juice.

Ma’s birthday surprise mac and cheese

Mr. Miyagi’s chocolate cake Jessica’s Buckeyes Cobra make up birthday soccer lunch: Jimmy’s grilled hotdogs, Cookie dough birthday cake

After Daniel’s win celebration from the Browns:

Lemon Blueberry cake with cream cheese frosting recipe some tea cookie recipes Alcoholic rum and root beer floats

Cobra’s break in breakfasts: Dutch’s omelets with lots of vegetables Dutch’s favorite coffee: add one pack of hot chocolate and 3 cups of Irish creamer. Bobby: Cinnamon Rolls Jimmy’s corned beef and hash Tommy’s waffles Dutch’s other eggs: frittatas and quiches Bobby was making pancakes filled with cinnamon and chocolate chips. Chozen’s breakfast: eggs Mr. Miyagi had made sometimes, rice, soup, grilled fish, a cucumber salad, and pickles and Nattō Dutch portrait sitting breakfast spread of: pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, hashbrowns and muffins Mr. Miyagi’s Pork and taro leaves, cook for hours so becomes soft, smoked from when he lived in Hawaii Lucille’s pre-flight to Newark breakfast: scrambled eggs and bacon and blueberry muffins Johnny’s coffee trip in Newark: ordered Daniel a cup of coffee with a dash of cream and one for himself that was a mocha Dinner at Nonnio and Nonnia’s: chicken and pesto penne, a pot roast with artichokes and sun-dried tomatoes, a salad with bread, tomato, cucumber, basil and onion, and focaccia.

Sandwiches with baby LaRusso’s and Johnny’s first attempt at mac and cheese. Ali’s brunch at the country club: egg with lobster and caviar. There were also raspberry pancakes (this recipe is for lemon raspberry pancakes) with gold leaf.

The girls and Chozen go to In-N-Out: animal style burgers, fries and drinks S’mores made by Chozen on the leftover Cobra Kai pamphlets Lemonade from Laura for the guys + Chozen working on her garden and making a pond and Conchas Pizza and beer with Chozen and the ex cobras Mint chocolate chip ice cream on the beach

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

#root beer floats and green tea #food of root beer floats and green tea #long post #photos from unsplash a free use website

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Reverend Nat's Hard Cider announces upcoming conclusion of business.

Discovered on their website, Portland (Oregon) cidery and taproom, Reverend Nat's Hard Cider, will cease operations at the end of September. Attached is their full statement, found on the businesses front page.

"After 12 great years, it’s time to move on. September 2023 will be our last month in business.

Please join me in the Taproom any time now until Sep 24 but especially on Saturday Sep 23 as we celebrate all the amazing ciders and great people who have contributed to our incredible successes. I have three final Tent Show releases to share with you all, plus our two non-alc ciders will FINALLY be in cans for sale. Home deliveries are still happening on Fridays at least through the end of September.

Back in 2004, a friend of mine had a large apple tree in his back yard. We made apple pies, apple sauce, dried apples and apple butter. And still there were more apples. “Why not make cider?” I thought, having never tried cider before. I had a vague idea about bubbling airlocks and glass carboys but no idea what it would taste like. I happened to have a 20-ton house jack in the garage and some old timbers, so a half a day later, I had cobbled together a working juice press.

I clearly remember the taste of the juice of that first apple. Sweet, rich, a bit tart, a bit nutty; I was hooked. That year I made 5 gallons of hard cider. The next year, 15 gallons. The following, 40. Six years later I had 500 gallons of supremely dry hooch in my basement and I was becoming an increasingly better cidermaker. (Not to mention an increasingly popular neighbor. Friends were stopping by at all hours for a pint on the porch or a mason jar fill-up to take home.)

As a die-hard craft beer revolutionary, I experimented with beer yeasts, wild fermentations, Belgian ale spices, aromatic west coast hops and local fruit juices. My search for superior ingredients to make unusual ciders was all-consuming. As an historian of cidermaking (I have the largest cider book library in Portland), I recreated forgotten cider styles and practiced juicing and fermenting techniques long out of fashion. Permeating all these experiments was a desire to make ciders that no one else will make. I would cook a dish, eat at a restaurant, drink a beer or a cocktail, or peruse the farmer’s market, and be unable to contain my excitement for flavors. After making cider for nearly a decade, I concluded that, while apple-only ciders define cider for most of my fellow countrymen, my passion was in creative flavor combinations making cider in the spirit of craft beer geeks.

I started Reverend Nat’s Hard Cider in my basement, moved into an abandoned warehouse near the Rose Quarter in 2013, a larger building in 2023, and recently into a Taproom on 35th Place and SE Division. Now I sell my ciders in Oregon, Washington, Montana, Colorado, Ohio and North Carolina, as well as British Columbia, Alberta, and Saskatchewan, a little bit spread thin across Japan, and a little bit in Europe. We’ve had an incredible run and I met so many amazing people and shared so many wonderful experiences. It’s been the best job I’ve ever had.

The last few years has been hard on us with COVID closures, changing consumer preferences, the sputtering of craft beer overall, and the decline of Portland as a worldwide tourism destination. But there is not a single reason why we are closing, just a combination of factors. I am sorry that our loyal customers won’t be able to enjoy these incredible ciders any more.

THANK YOU to all of you. My mega fans (Symposium anyone?), Tent Show members, Taproom regulars, grocery store customers and taplist advocates. None of this would have been possible without your support. Thank you.

THANK YOU also to: My great cidermaking team: Chris for Hellfire; Dwight for enthusiasm; Dawn for quality; Charlie for a lot of hard work; and Istvan for sticking with me until the end.

My great sales team: Delphina for bringing your hard work and creativity; Jason West for that fun ride in a pickup truck; Nate and Matt for running your own little Rev Nats island in SoCal; Matt for the Thanksgiving Day check-ins.

My delivery driver team of Sol, Emily, Brad, Kristen and Jason for your amazing flexibility.

My Taproom team: Jim for getting us into the cool kids club; Nick for all the awesome collaborative ideas in the taproom; Gemma and CLB for your outstanding passion.

My earliest investors, for believing in a big idea and my later investors, for keeping that idea alive.

My industry friends: Jeff Alworth for including me as one of the best breweries in Portland; Sean the Beermonger for early encouragement; Jeff Smith for my first sale and Drew Worden for buying all my Hopricot; Adam Milne for great friendship and counseling; Joe Casey and Doug Rehberg for being fantastic neighbors; Bill Bradshaw and Pete Brown for recognizing Hopricot way back in 2012; Tyler Brown for teaching me how to use hops; Son of the Smith, sorry I can’t be around for more collaborations; Sean Burke, Mike Wright, and Alan Sprints for showing up to my opening night. That was very nice.

My great distributors: All the folks at George’s Dist for being the best distributor an out-of-state cidery could have; Ricardo Linares, I know you really cared; Michael Walcott, Red Gillen and Aoki Eiichi for showing me a new world; Markus for giving me the shirt off his back and Karl for making me feel welcome; Jay and Taylor at Artisan for finding something that works against many odds; Jimmy Werbin and Scott Willis for showing me how a good distributor works. I should have signed with you guys in the beginning.

And finally my family, Sarah and Beck. Thank you for letting me follow a crazy dream. I hope it was worth it for you too."

More here, https://reverendnatshardcider.com/

#Portland #PDX #Oregon #OR #Cider #News #Closure

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alittledisordered · 1 year

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Saturday Weigh-in

124.4 lbs.

Aaaand welcome to PMS week.

So. I didn’t end up relaxing any of my dietary “rules” this week, and I kind of ended up regretting it. Yesterday was another 500 calorie day- and while I felt fine during my 10-hour nursing shift, it all kind of fell apart for me when I got home and found out we had company and I would need to figure out how to avoid dinner without it becoming “a thing.”

My fiancé is an evening eater, which places him in the comfortable majority. He can go most of the day without eating anything substantive- then demolish an entire pizza by himself, chase it with a full bowel of nuts and raisins, chase that with an apple and almond butter/whatever chocolate we have lying around, and wash it all down with a few Old Fashioned cocktails. All within a two-three hour period, usually after work and before bedtime.

My typical eating window has been falling between 9 am and 2 pm- since, I reason, I’m most physically active earlier in the day. But it means that if I ever want us to eat together- something he has made it clear that he would like- I need to make a point of preparing breakfast or lunch for us both. (Or pushing my fasting hours significantly out to accommodate dinner.)

It’s made me self-conscious and frustrated.

I overheard him tell our company (his brother) “She doesn’t eat dinner” last night, as they tucked into some chicken and broccoli. As if I hadn’t prepared us both dinner the other night. As if we hadn’t all enjoyed dinner out with friends that past weekend, at my recommendation.

“Ah, okay,” came my future brother-in-law’s too-breezy response.

I felt like an absurdity. I also felt a pang of annoyance.

Like, sorry. I’m sorry I’m not the carefree, mashed potato-loving woman you fell for. That woman was 20 lbs heavier, and it sucked.

Also. Sidebar. I don’t really understand why dinner seems to be the most socially revered of all mealtimes- and almost always the heaviest? The average person eats dinner and is engaged in a completely sedentary activity until bedtime. (Except for like, evening body builders, I guess?)

If food is “fuel,” then why fill the car all the way up just for it to sit in the garage?

I don’t know. I’m just feeling defensive and crappy about it all. Now that I hit goal weight, I felt comfortable enough to make a bunch of adjustments for him this week. But I keep getting put in these situations where I can feel attention being drawn to my eating habits. And I don’t like it.

Anyway.

Damn the scale. No 500 calorie days this upcoming week. I was so mentally and physically exhausted last night, I passed out at 8 pm.

Maybe I’ll just reserve those days for if my cravings/hunger get out of control again, as a kind of “reset.”

#personal #weight loss #weekly weigh #intermittent fasting #keto

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downtoearthmarkets · 1 year

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Here in the Northeast, sugar maples (Acer saccharum) are just reaching the tail end of their resplendent autumnal glory with blazing red, yellow and burnt orange canopies that are now thinning out as their leaves waft steadily to the ground. Their iconic oval crowns and brilliant fall colors are not the only gift these native hardwoods confer upon us because, as early as mid-February, maples start producing a sugary treat in the form of sap. During the winter, this sap is stored in the trees’ roots and trunks as sucrose-based starch. With the onset of milder temperatures, a positive pressure occurs that causes the sap to rise and flow throughout the tree. As maple sap travels upwards through the plant’s vascular transportation system, it can ooze through wounds or frost cracks in the trees' outer tissues. When this happens naturally, you can find a variety of wildlife from bats to birds to porcupines enjoying a late winter feast. Hungry squirrels don’t wait around and will often use their sharp front teeth to bite through bark to access the nourishing liquid. I bore witness to this after my husband and I planted a sugar maple in the back yard of our old house that produced amazing fall colors and copious amounts of sap. When standing at the sink in early spring, I would be treated to a bevy of squirrels on a sugar high as they scampered up and down the trunk stopping every so often to lap up the streaming sap. For us humans, maple sap is extracted by “tapping” the trees or drilling holes into their trunks and siphoning the liquid into collection buckets. The accumulated sap is then heated at high temps in a process called “sugaring” which evaporates the water content and leaves behind a concentrated syrup. The final product is categorized into four different grades based on its color and flavor which are influenced by the time of season the sap is collected. Syrup made from sap gathered early in the season has a lighter color, while syrup made when the temperatures are warmer skews darker. The darker the color, the more intense the flavor:

Golden (delicate flavor)

Amber (rich flavor)

Dark (robust flavor)

Very Dark (strong flavor)

Many farmers tap the maple trees growing on their land and sell the syrup in the farmers market as a value-added item. Other vendors produce and sell maple syrup and other maple products exclusively. This “liquid gold” is commonly paired with breakfast foods but is surprisingly versatile and will add some maple magic to many of your favorite cold weather comfort foods! So, pick up a jug of syrup next time you’re in the market and get ready to try out some of these recipe ideas: Creamy maple smash Adding maple syrup to mashed sweet potatoes will introduce even greater sweetness to this popular holiday side dish:

Peel and cube sweet potatoes

Boil in pot of salted water for 20-30 minutes or until fork tender but firm

Drain and transfer to a bowl

Mash with a potato masher

Slowly stir in warm milk until a creamy consistency is reached

Blend in melted butter and maple syrup to taste

Maple marinades Marinating is a fantastic way to tenderize, add extra moisture, and enhance the flavor of meat before cooking. Maple syrup can be used to add a sweet component to many marinade recipes including this one for pork and chicken:

1 1/2 tablespoons maple syrup

1 tablespoon minced shallot

1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar

2 teaspoons whole-grain mustard

1 teaspoon chopped fresh rosemary

1 clove garlic, smashed

1/2 teaspoon coarsely ground black pepper

1/2 cup extra-virgin olive oil

Large pinch of salt

Add all ingredients to an empty glass jar or maple syrup bottle, cover and shake vigorously to combine. Maple Old Fashioned Using maple syrup instead of sugar brings a fun fall twist into this warming classic cocktail:

2 ounces rye whiskey or bourbon

1 teaspoon maple syrup

Dash of Angostura bitters

Large piece of orange peel

Mix whiskey, maple syrup, bitters, and one teaspoon of water in an old-fashioned glass until fully blended. Add in a single large ice cube. Firmly twist the orange peel to release its aromatic oils then tuck it into the cocktail. Cheers and enjoy!

#downtoearthmkts #maplesyrup #mapletrees #sugarmaples #maplesyruprecipes #shoplocal #buylocal #eatlocal

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lunakerlon · 2 years

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Flint by baltaire

#Flint by baltaire pdf#

$48.ĭonnafugata, “Anthilia,” Sicily, Italy 2017. Ramon Bilbao, Albariño, Rias Baixas, 2018. Santo, Assyrtiko, Santorini, Greece 2017. Schloss Vollrads, Riesling Kabinett, Germany, 2015. OTT, Gruner Veltliner, “Am Berg,” Austria, 2015. Robert Sinskey, Vin Gris of Pinot Noir, California 2018. $65.Ĭontratto Millesimato, Brut, Piedmonte, Italy, 2012. Raventos i Blanc, de Nit, Rosè, Spain, 2016. Laurent Perrier, “La Cuvèe,” 375 mL Champagne, NV. $14.ĭaou Reserve Cabernet Savignon, Paso Robles, 2017. $20.Ĭolumbia Winery, Cabernet, Columbia Valley, 2017. $14.Ĭasadei Sogno Mediterraneo, Red Blend, Italy, 2017. $18.īoom Boom, Syrah, Columbia Valley, WA, 2018. Martin Ray, Pinot Noir, Sonoma Coast, CA, 2018. $18.Īveraen, Pinot Noir, Willamette Valley, OR, 2017. $16.įrank Family, Chardonnay, Napa Valley, CA 2017. Tyler, Chardonnay, Santa Barbara, CA, 2017. $13.ĭomaine Francois Millet, Sancerre, France, 2018. $13.Īnt Moore, “Signature,” Sauvignon Blanc, NZ, 2018. $25.Ĭlean Slate, Riesling, Germany, 2018. Moet & Chandon Imperial, Brut, Champagne, France, NV. $17.īisol, “Crede,” Prosecco, Valdobbiadene, Italy, NV. Langois Chateau, Cremant de Loire Rosé, NV. Hand curated from the finest wineries from the West Coast and throughout the Mediterranean, as you browse our list, please let any of our staff know how we can help find the perfect pairing, a familiar flavor profile, an unheard of varietal, or just find something new and exciting to try. Inspired by wine’s unique ability to elevate the ordinary into a memorable dining experience, our wine program features a wide array of varietals so you can always find that special bottle. Grey whale gin, beetroot, ginger, lemon, yogurt. Tito’s vodka, pama, lemon, apertivio rosato.ĭrop the beet. Mi campo tequila, elderflower, grapefruit.Ī watched pot never boils. Hennessey congnac, sherry, blood orange, plum. Buffalo trace bourbon, Benedictine, walnut.īarcelona rhapsody. Zaya rum, cruzan rum, spiced pear, fernet, strawberry. Fords gin, yellow chartreuse, elderflower, lemon. Elijah Craig Bourbon, apple brandy, averna, cinnamon, vanilla. Templeton 4 year rye, vanilla, orange.įrontier psychiatrist. Tahini caramel, halva crumbles, vanilla gelato.įlint old fashioned. Cinnamon-cardamom sugar, Turkish coffee mousse.Ĭhocolate sesame ganache tart. Strawberries, citrus, creme anglaise, brown butter crumble. Marinated barriers, whipped creme fraiche, Blis Elixir sherry vinegar. Limited availability Thursday through Saturday. Truffle butter, crispy Yukon golds, broccolini, Baltaire steak sauce.Īdd truffle butter for $10. Porcini rub, butternut squash puree, marinated oyster mushroom.Ģ0 ounce wood grilled bone-in ribeye for two. Fresh ground chuck, smoked bacon jam, white cheddar, mayo, poppy seed bun.īurobuta pork chop. Israeli couscous, tomato-caper salsa.įlint burger. Grilled broccolini, almond-olive relish, charred lemon. Crispy Yukon golds, Baltaire steak sauce. Lebanese tomato salad, classic hummus, fresh herbs. Roasted butternut squash, charred cauliflower, fennel cream, pesto. Cocktail sauce, cucumber-fennel mignonette. Pickled vegetables, mustard seed, Meyer lemon aioli, harissa dijonnaise.Ĭhilled oysters. Harissa, pulled short rib, crispy shallot.Ĭhilled shrimp. Creamy chickpeas, Lebanese salad, za’atar.Īrtichoke. Availability may vary, so please contact us with any questions.

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chronic-mastication · 3 years

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Apple Butter Old Fashioned Cocktail

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rabbitcruiser · 10 days

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National Gin and Tonic Day

History of National Gin and Tonic Day

National Gin and Tonic Day timeline

1840s The G&T is Born

Tonic water is created after British citizens and army personnel in India mix quinine with soda, sugar, and lime.

1857 The Great Indian Mutiny

The British Crown obtains control of India after the Sepoy Mutiny, which leads to an influx of Britons and G&Ts in the subcontinent.

1870 Schweppes in the House

Schweppes introduces its “Indian Quinine Tonic” later known as “Indian tonic water.”

2010s Ginnaisance

After falling out of fashion for a while, gin and G&Ts make a comeback called the “ginnaisance.”

National Gin and Tonic Day FAQs

Why was gin nicknamed “mother’s ruin?”

What is the ratio of gin to tonic?

You can go for three parts gin with five parts tonic water. The old school and simple one-to-two ratio is also good.

What kind of people drink G&T?

An Austrian study conducted on 953 people stated that gin and tonic drinkers tend to exhibit more signs of being psychopaths and malevolent than those who prefer other drinks.

How to keep gin and tonic fizzy?

A lot of ice cubes keep the temperature of the drink lower, which means that the carbon dioxide in the tonic finds it harder to escape, keeping the drink fizzy for a long time.

National Gin and Tonic Day Activities

Go for gin

Mix it up

Head out to your favorite bar

Just mix some gin, tonic water, lime, and ice for a nice G&T drink to cool down this summer. Whether we’re sipping on the drink by ourselves or at a party, we know it’s going to taste great!

5 Facts About G&Ts That Will Blow Your Mind

Bathtub gin

“Fleabag” helped G&T sales

It’s an intergalactic drink

Thank Holland for gin

The Philippines loves gin

Gin was often made illegally in bathtubs by mixing cheap grain-alcohol with juniper-berry juice, which would lead to several illnesses and death.

The characters in the popular T.V. show “Fleabag” were seen drinking cans of Marks & Spencer G&T in an episode, resulting in a 24% jump in the drink’s sales.

Douglas Adams’ book “The Restaurant at the End of the Universe” suggests that the drink is known across galaxies.

Holland invented the spirit, which was popularized by the English, who were introduced to it in the 17th century.

With almost 43% of the world’s total consumption, the Philippines is the largest consumer of gin.

Why We Love National Gin and Tonic Day

It tastes great

There are many ways to make it

It’s easy to make

We all know that there’s no such thing as just one glass of G&T. Thanks to the drink’s delicious and irresistible taste, we just can’t stop having it!

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onarangel · 5 years

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Diana Ross at her best!

#Diana Ross #fabulous #singer #70s #apple butter old fashioned cocktail #pink #beauty #vintage

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sweetoothgirl · 7 years

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Apple Butter Old Fashioned

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merrybrides · 2 years

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Christmas Cocktails to Celebrate the Season's Spirit(s)

Cranberry-Ginger Shrub

This bold flavored mixer makes an excellent mocktail for precocious young'uns and guests who abstain. And you can always dress it up with a bit of junipery gin.

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Hot Buttered Rum with Coconut-Vanilla Ice-Cream Balls

Want to really wow guests? "Snowballs" of vanilla ice cream rolled in coconut make the ideal garnish to a decadently delicious hot cup of buttered rum.

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Pink Grapefruit Margaritas

Take a page from our Southwestern friends and toast to a Feliz Navidad with these sweet-spicy holiday margaritas!

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Homemade Pear Cider

Ripe pears can be made into an excellent-tasting alternative to standard apple cider using just a slow cooker. Serve it warm or cold, and keep a bottle of bourbon nearby so guests can stiffen it as much or little as they like.

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Hot Toddy with Charred Oranges

Grill or broil oranges for an extra-flavorful caramelized take on this classic warming winter drink.

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Pomegranate French 75

This twist on the classic gin-and-Champagne-based cocktail uses lime juice and pomegranate molasses for seasonal effect.

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Warm Tea-and-Cider Punch

This spin on a hot toddy uses apple cider for a sweet taste.

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Pumpkin Spice White Russian

Can't get enough pumpkin spice? This simple twist on a classic drink is like the ultimate alcoholic Pumpkin Spice Latte.

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Driven Snow Cocktail

The only thing this rum-based drink needs is a crispy, crunchy gingerbread cookie to dunk in it.

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Old-Fashioned Eggnog

You can't go wrong with an old-fashioned eggnog recipe, especially this one that's fused with spices that'll have you happily sipping all season long.

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Gingerbread Eggnog

Take our word for it: As soon as you sip this spiced gingerbread eggnog, you're going to be inspired to bake a fresh batch of gingerbread cookies to go along with it.

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Slow-Cooker Peppermint Bark Hot Chocolate

A little vodka or creme de menthe takes this classic holiday drink from kid-friendly to fully grown-up. And thanks to your slow cooker, it stays warm for hours, letting guests help themselves.

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Sugar Cookie White Russians

What does this frothy cocktail go best with? A delicious Christmas sugar cookie, of course.

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Cherry Amaretto Cocktail

The liquor-soaked and chocolate-covered cherry is the true show-stopper of this creamy cocktail.

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Black Christmas Cocktail

You can mix up this classy-looking twist on a Manhattan ahead of time, so all you have to do on Christmas Day is serve it up!

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fields-of-arbol · 2 years

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Create the illusion of hanging out with your mutuals tag game.

Tagged by @thoughathousandmayfall Apologies for the late post.

Are you a morning person?

Not even a little bit. I love the sunrise, especially in the mountains but I can't get up early to save my life.

Ideal breakfast?

Biscuits and gravy, thick bacon, pancakes with real maple syrup ad black coffee.

Favorite warm drink and how do you take it?

Coffee, black. I do like a hot apple cider and bourbon though.

Sit in the sunshine or in the shade?

Usually the sun, unless its really hot. By really hot I mean over 85.

Favorite baked good?

Probably a great loaf of bread.

A song or album that makes you feel at peace?

Nothing really comes to mind but I'm sure there are a few Eric Church or Chris Stapleton songs that do. Maybe an old Randy Travis or Johnny Cash as well. Total bail on this question but I'm not the biggest music person ever. I enjoy it but am never the one to turn it on first. I'll sit in silence.

Take a walk with your friends or read a book next to a friend on the sofa?

Take a walk, especially in the mountains. I love reading but I'd rather talk with friends and the mountains always bring out great conversations.

What tasks do you gravitate to when making a meal with others?

Manning the stove or grill. I love cooking but don't love the prep work like chopping veggies.

A chore that if someone else completed for you you’d love them forever?

Cleaning the kitchen or bathroom. I hate them both and always do them myself.

Favorite board/card game to play with friends?

Spades or Settlers of Catan.

What kind of snacks/candy do you want at a movie theater?

Popcorn. Lots of butter!

Bar with live music or bar with a pool table?

Pool table. I'm not a dancer, I enjoy music but like conversation. I suck at pool but like it casually.

Go-to wine/cider/beer/cocktail?

A solid Old Fashioned with good bourbon.

Go-to bar food?

Nachos.

Are you tending the fire, looking at the stars, or singing campfire/folk songs?

Tending the fire for sure. No question there.

Favorite scripture verse or prayer?

Can't say I have one. Lots of quotes I like.

Are you the person begging to go to just one more bar/sing one more song, the person who stayed up late talking about love & the universe, or the person who fell asleep hours before anyone else?

Probably fell asleep.

Taggint @ad-astra-ad-undas @neverendingcycle @theoldwayswerebetter2

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unholyseattle · 3 years

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BELLEVUE / EASTSIDE

Bellevue is a city in Washington state, across Lake Washington from Seattle. Downtown Park has a large lawn, gardens and a waterfall. Nearby, the Bellevue Arts Museum features craft and design exhibitions, plus a sculpture garden. The Bellevue Botanical Garden highlights Pacific Northwest plants, and includes woodlands and wetlands. KidsQuest Children’s Museum has interactive science, tech and art exhibitions.

MAP OF BELLEVUE / EASTSIDE

Thanks to Bellevue’s diverse population, international cuisine abounds. For Taiwanese specialties like soup dumplings, Din Tai Fung (700 Bellevue Way NE, Ste 280) is worth the wait, while the related jian buns from Dough Zone (15920 NE Eighth St, Ste 3) are delectable. Inside modern Monsoon (10245 Main St), where Vietnam meets the Pacific Northwest, the Drunken Chicken strikes just the right balance of crunch and flavor. For sushi in a fashionable setting, look no further than Flo Japanese Restaurant & Sake Bar (1150 106th Ave NE). On the sweet side, the Insane Sundaes from Vivo 53 (504 Bellevue Way NE) are works of art. Take plenty of pictures before downing the Candy Esplosione, a sundae topped with a lollipop, M&Ms, rock candy, pretzels, a chocolate peanut butter brownie, and so much more. Also on the fun end of the spectrum, Lunchbox Laboratory (989 112th Ave NE, Ste 105) serves up creative cocktails and boozy shakes, like the tasty Cinnamon Toast Crunk (vanilla ice cream and Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal with a test tube of cinnamon whiskey). Slightly more understated, the sea salt caramels with a glass of tawny port is the perfect ending to a meal at Purple Cafe & Wine Bar (430 106th Ave NE).

Whether you just want to do a little window shopping or you have your heart set on something specific, Bellevue has the store for you. The Bellevue Collection* (575 Bellevue Square) is an excellent place to start, with about 200 retailers—think everything from Amazon Books and The Container Store to Apple, Microsoft, Anthropologie, and Nordstrom. At The Shops at The Bravern (11111 NE Eighth St), find all the designer labels your closet could crave, including Gucci, Prada, and Jimmy Choo. Outside the malls, Main Street (known as Old Bellevue) houses a variety of cute shops. Whisk (10385 Main St) carries all the kitchen supplies your chef heart could desire. Down the street, Title Nine (10237 Main St) is a friendly place for women to get high-quality activewear, glassybaby (10230 Main St) sells coveted handmade candleholders that are a great Northwest souvenir, and home goods shop Hedge & Vine (10028 Main St) carries an array of eclectic wares.

No matter the time of the year, Bellevue Botanical Garden (12001 Main St) always has something in bloom among its 53 acres. Indoors, relax in a sensory deprivation tank at Float Bellevue (11101 NE 12th St) or indulge in hydrotherapy at Yuan Spa (1032 106th Ave, Ste 125). In the evenings, let your competitive side shine with a game of bowling at vintage-meets-mod Lucky Strike (700 Bellevue Way NE, Ste 250), take in live jazz at Bake’s Place (155 108th Ave NE, Ste 110), and see an aerial performance every Friday and Saturday around 8pm at lounge Suite (10500 NE Eighth St) inside the Hyatt Regency. If you’re here in late July, don’t miss the BAM ARTSfair from the Bellevue Arts Museum* (510 Bellevue Way NE), an annual tradition that dates back to the 1940s. During the event, 300 designers and craftspeople gather to display their handmade art that represents everything from classic to modern craft. And the annual Bellevue Strawberry Festival is a summertime tradition that celebrates the fruit and the city’s strawberry farming roots.

#bellevue #unholy.locations

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ill-skillsgard · 4 years

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The Countdown - Henry Deaver x Mistress

Warning: 18+ mentions of sex/cheating/mature themes **This part contains anal sex**. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: Merry Crisis, my loves! I know a bunch of you have been waiting for this part and I’m sorry it took so long for me to write. I’m glad you’re still into our not-so-good Christian boy because I love writing him and I adore the prompts you send in. Let me know what you think with a comment and/or a reblog! Happy holidays and I hope you all have a safe new year! Much love and kisses!

Read more Henry x Mistress imagines here > Masterpost

She pulled the stem off a cocktail cherry nestled between matching lips. Watching her from afar, covered in glitter, wearing a paper crown and licking the sugar off the rim of a glass was all the excitement he needed in one evening. But the night was only picking up. One hour remained until midnight, and Henry’s buzzing head flooded with emotions. He turned down another round so he would be of sound mind to celebrate the ball drop with her in crisp, clear memory.

First, he thought about Christmas.

It had been a special one. Christmas was the holiday Henry loved the most. He liked to decorate, enjoy seasonal candy cane drinks, work parties, gift shopping, gift wrapping, and watching all the classic holiday films. It did not surprise her that Henry had a fondness for Christmas pageantry.

He told her about the traditions in his family; how nobody could go near the tree until they had their yearly pancake breakfast with hot chocolate and the old animated Christmas movies playing in the background. Then they would sit around in a circle after electing one family member to be “Santa.” Santa would pick the gifts from under the tree and pass them out in a steady, rotating order, so everyone had their moments to open and revel in the glory of receiving a magic eight ball or cabbage patch doll or a Lite-Brite. Then they cleaned up before dinner. Henry explained how he would sneak away from chores to play with his new toys and have them taken away until after dinner.

It didn’t surprise her when Henry planned out an elaborate Christmas that started with pancakes. She woke up to the sound of Christmas music playing all over the condo and the warm, cinnamon and chocolate waft of batter frying in a buttered pan.

“I like mine with chocolate chips and bananas, but we have strawberries, blueberries, and I bought some—” Henry looked at the package. “English cream? The kind they give you at brunch places.”

“Surprise me,” she said, standing on her toes to kiss his jaw.

“I can do apple. I can do caramel!” He pointed a greasy spatula at her, and she froze in place.

“Whatever you’re making now smells great.”

“Okay, okay. I got you covered. Coffee?”

“Please.”

She hopped up on the barstool and watched him cooking with an apron on over a basic grey t-shirt and navy blue boxers. Once in a while, when Henry had his back turned, she would stare at his backside and bare legs.

“You should cook naked for me,” she giggled.

“What?” He chuckled. “No way. I’ll get burnt! Grease will fly at me.”

“But, it’s Christmas.”

“Not a reason to have my nipples burnt off.”

“Your cute little apron will cover them. You’ll be fine.”

“Forget about it. Today is a wholesome day. We will spend it rejoicing in the season’s magic.”

“Fine... Guess I have to return the gift I got for you then,” she leered in Henry’s direction.

His skin warmed, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the stove or because of the way she stared at him. “Wholesome. Day. Wholesome. We are not spending it having sex all day long. There’s a lot to do.”

“Maybe I’ll give it to you after you’re all Christmas'd out.”

Henry pretended to ignore her and served up a massive plate of pancakes with hot coffee and a side of fruit. She ate her breakfast while Henry made his own, stealing glances at him and trading smiles. After they ate, Henry sat her down next to the tree, and they exchanged a few gifts.

Her eyes lit up every time she opened a present, and by the time she finished, his cheeks were buzzing with kisses, his hand squeezed many times in excitement.

“I hope you like everything,” he said.

“Like? I love it all. Everything. You’re so thoughtful, baby. I love you.”

The best part was not receiving gifts, though he was grateful for all she had given him, it was hearing her words of appreciation. It was seeing the joy on her face and getting kissed every time she was pleased, which was often that day.

She held the last gift behind her back, skeptical about handing it over until he promised he wouldn’t be angry.

“Why would I be upset about a gift from you?” He asked.

“You said today was wholesome.”

Henry squirmed in his seat, smothering a grin as he stared into his coffee mug. “Well, I can make an exception... As long as it doesn’t encroach on our plans for the day.”

“Oh, no. It won’t. It’s for a later time,” she snickered.

“All right, beautiful. What is it?”

She held a red envelope in her hand, thrusting it toward him so he would take it. The paper had no markings, but he eyed it cautiously while she sat down on the adjacent sofa to watch him read its contents.

“Gift certificate redeemable for any sex act of your choice. Please fill in the blank and submit at your leisure. I love you,” Henry read the paper, his cheeks turning pink as he stared up at her. “Of course, this would be one of your gifts.”

“Anything you want,” she hinted at the fine print, eyebrows wiggling.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I got that. Thank you, baby. I’m not sure what I would use this for since you already take care of me so well.”

She straightened her back, and a seriousness took over her face. “You can use it for anything. Surprise blowjob at work, BDSM, a roleplay, I can play with your ass again—”

“H’okay, why don’t we turn up this music and get to cleaning up? We have some ice skating to do!” Henry interrupted her, but she settled back into the sofa with a satisfied smirk.

Their first Christmas together rejuvenated his love for the holiday. She didn’t complain about anything he bought her or ask if he had gift receipts. He didn’t want to think about Mary, but his girlfriend’s appreciation and gratefulness made him recall a time when his thoughtfulness was overlooked or ignored.

The coming days were a mix of get-togethers and late mornings. They were on vacation until the first week of January, and they spent every waking moment of it unabashedly together.

Second, he thought about how beautiful and approachable she was.

People seemed to flock to her, and strangers felt comfort in her presence. It was amazing to watch. She engaged with others so seamlessly, and he wished he had her natural flair for socialization. He always had a knack for talking to people, but she possessed all the capabilities of a well-travelled, well-spoken individual. And clients loved her, just as he knew they would.

Henry perched on a barstool, sipping an Old Fashioned when he saw a man approach her. The way he leaned in and scooped her into a hug told him they already knew each other. He was a tall, lanky fellow wearing a black denim jacket, slicked-back hair, and bawdy rings on several fingers. When he turned, his side profile caught the low light and made Henry tilt his head.

The man talking to his girlfriend was at a height with him and had eyes wide as silver dollars. He laughed with her, leaving a quarter-foot of space between them, which was appropriate, as the bar jammed up with party-goers, but something didn’t sit right in Henry’s gut. He leaned into her, and she smiled as he said something close to her ear. When he pulled away, he spread his long arms open for a second hug. This one lasted a long time, and he rocked her back and forth and lifted her off the floor. When he set her back down, those arms didn’t stray far from her waist.

Henry’s drink disappeared fast, and he requested a top-up as he observed the man talking her ear off. She looked up at him with a familiar sparkle in her eye. The voices and music all whirred into a low thrum of noise as Henry watched him lift her hand to his lips. He kissed her knuckles, eyebrows high on his forehead, and she looked away, blush cresting her cheeks.

She took her hand back, said something that caused him to give an exaggerated nod, then pointed across the bar. They both looked at Henry. Seeing the man head-on made Henry’s stomach twist. He was handsome as they come, and Henry couldn’t piece together why he had kissed his girl’s hand so fervently.

The music and noise picked up speed as the two of them approached Henry’s seat.

“Henry! I want you to meet my friend. This is Axel!” She projected her voice over the clamour. “Axel, this is my boyfriend, Henry.”

Axel shot his hand out, and Henry shook it as he would meeting any new person, but he was wary. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Hey, you must have seriously good taste if you landed this one,” Axel jabbed his thumb in her direction. She hit his arm, and he shrugged. “What? It’s true!”

“Oh, shush,” she dismissed.

“How do you know each other?” Henry asked.

They both spoke, laughed, nudged each other and tried to allow the other to talk before she shook her head and took over. “Axel and I used to date awhile back.”

There it was. Henry knew something was extra touchy about their dynamic. Axel had been inside her, shared her bed, existed in the light of her love at one point. Not one to resent something out of his control, Henry smiled and brushed it off without a hiccough, but inside, he was praying for Axel to wrap up their visitation.

It grew worse when she excused herself to go to the restroom and left Axel in front of him, grinning like an idiot. “Whatcha drinkin’ there, champ?” Axel pointed at the glass.

“Whiskey,” Henry raised his cup.

“My kind of man. Hey, she says you know everything there is about business. Let me run something by ya.”

Henry listened to Axel rattle off some dodgy business plan he had supposedly been incubating for years, but could only wonder what she had ever seen in a guy like him. He was loud, a touch arrogant and reeked of cigarettes and stale beer. He wondered if this was the ex that had instilled her skewed ideas of sex. All he could remember was how appalled he was when she told him one of her ex-boyfriends used her for a long time. Henry hoped it wasn’t the man shouting in his ear.

The hour ticked away and Henry consumed more Old Fashioned cocktails than he intended. For a reason unbeknownst to him, Axel took a liking to him and didn’t leave his side unless it was to step outside for a cigarette, but he found Henry as soon as he returned.

“Yeah, she’s a wild one, eh?”

“What?” Henry called over the building din of drunken bustle.

Axel nudged his head toward her. She was dancing to the live band, too busy to attend him or her ex-boyfriend. It pleased Henry to see her happy, carefree and uninterested in anything but letting loose and having a good time.

“Our little firecracker over there.” Axel swung a brown bottle toward the stage where she danced.

Henry chuckled only to stifle the yearning to scoff in Axel’s smug face.

“I mean, she’s yours now, so I’m sure you’re aware of how crazy she is,” said Axel.

“Are you sure you’re talking about the right girl? She’s not crazy.”

“Crazy in bed, I mean. I have fond memories of her. Such a little nympho, eh?”

Henry’s lips pressed together in a slight frown. He wished Axel would leave for another cigarette or disappear altogether. The tattooed man smothered Henry's good mood, so he turned his back and ordered another drink, ignoring the inappropriate comments. Sweetened whiskey warmed his stomach and spread upward, leaving his shoulders and neck prickly, settling in his cheeks as a red tint.

“Yep, we had some good times. Threesomes and shit. God, she loved that kinda stuff. And the ass on her... You’re in good hands, my man. Very good hands.” Axel elbowed Henry in the ribs. "Hey, she let you throw it in the backdoor yet?"

With his tipping point breached, Henry whirled around, brows creased, mouth set in a severe line. “Are you fucking kidding me? On what planet do you believe it’s appropriate to talk about my girlfriend like that?”

Axel raised his palms, chuckling. All the beer in his bloodstream lubricated his eye socket, making one murky green eye drift while the other stayed affixed to Henry. “Easy there, hombre! I meant nothing by it. I just figured since we’re Eskimo brothers—”

“Don’t! I don’t want to get into a fight tonight. I came here to have a good time with my girlfriend, not to listen to some drunk fuck talk about her like she’s a piece of meat!”

The fuzz of guitars and raspy singing encased Henry and Axel inside a private bubble of contempt. Nobody could hear what Henry was yelling or understand why Axel’s brow crinkled as he plucked the half-smoked cigarette from behind his ear to flip into his mouth. Nobody but her.

By the time she weaved through the crowd, Henry had taken off toward the washrooms.

“What’s wrong with him?” She asked Axel.

The tall man shrugged, eyes narrowing at the girl he used to know intimately well. “He freaked out and left. I dunno. Guy has a stick up his ass.”

She scowled at him and smacked his bicep. “Axel! Why do you always have to stir shit up?”

He plucked the unlit cigarette from his lips, pieces of charred tobacco falling to the floor like brown confetti. “I didn’t do shit, all right? Whatever. This place is full of fuckin’ zipped, prissy-ass losers. Can’t believe you’ve been spending all your time with a fuckin’ suit.”

“Shut up, Axel,” she shook her head and headed toward the restrooms to find her boyfriend.

Henry locked himself in the washroom, went to the mirror and stared at his reflection. The thoughts whirling in his head floated on a sea of whiskey, deceptive and rising steadily. He didn’t want to think about her with anyone else, least not the dead-beat with the throat tattoos. What Axel told him soured in his stomach, tainting his entire perception of their relationship.

How could she be happy in the long run if he wasn’t adventurous and paled at the thought of asking her for something as insignificant as a blowjob? He bet Axel had no qualms demanding sex, and she would have obeyed, too. He abhorred the notion and spat into the sink before pulling out his wallet to find the coupon she gave to him on Christmas.

His eyes coasted over the printed lettering, blurring in the wake of excess alcohol consumption. He shook his head, took a capped pen out of his pocket, popped it and scrawled along the dotted line. His eyes bulged when he glanced at his watch and saw the shorthand coming dangerously close to midnight. He had less than two minutes to find her.

A loud banging on the bathroom door irked him even more, and he threw it open to glare at the next drunken fool waiting impatiently for their turn. He breezed by the line of bar patrons, catching shoulders with somebody but not turning to apologize.

He found her in the middle of the bar. Axel was nowhere in sight, and that let out the tension from his shoulders.

“There you are!” She exclaimed. “What’s the matter? Did Axel say something to upset you?”

“No!” He lied. “I mean, yes. But who cares. Here, I have something for you.”

Henry placed the piece of paper in her hand, and she looked down at it, realizing what it was the moment she saw the print. She read the single word he scratched along the line and looked up with wide, sparkling eyes. She leered at him and stuck the piece of paper in her back pocket.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m positive.”

“Why?”

“Because! I want to. I want to have fun together. I don’t want you to think I’m boring or... Or...”

“Or what?”

“A prude?”

She stood on her toes and kissed Henry’s cheek, pulling him in so she could rest her head on his shoulder. “You’re not a prude, and you’re far from boring, Henry. You’re the most interesting man I’ve ever met, and I love you!”

The crowded bar grew tighter as the seconds ticked away. People off the streets scrambled indoors to be a part of any countdown nearby. The band stopped playing, and the frontman went to the microphone to lead the countdown.

Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!

“I love you, too! I want you to know you’re the best thing that's ever happened to me. From the moment I saw you at the hotel... God, I loved you!”

She beamed at him, arms around his neck while he poured his feelings on her. He was drunk, she could tell, but honest.

Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One!

“Happy New Year!”

Pops of confetti and glitter flew, raining down on the people hugging and kissing as the clock struck midnight. She kissed him deeply, and he kissed her back deeper than that.

Then January 3rd came so soon, it almost felt like no time had passed at all.

She was ready for him, though that was the bottom rung of his worries. Henry knew she would be willing; it was himself he had to worry about.

He spent most of the day troubling over losing his nerve. If he changed his mind at the last minute, he'd let her down and make her realize he wasn’t as wild as her ex-boyfriends, nowhere close to how brash Axel was, incapable of taking charge the way she liked.

She reminded him of the time he had taken her in his office and how much it turned her on when he made her call him Daddy.

Pretend like we’re in your office again. You’re the boss. You can have it any way you like, baby, you’re in charge.

She emerged from the closet wearing a flimsy ensemble, and his breath hitched. It was red, lacy and strappy all over, breasts barely hidden under a thin layer of crimson. Henry’s eyes travelled up the straps holding stockings up and froze when he saw that her panties were missing one vital part—a crotch. When she turned and bent over, it left nothing to imagine.

“What do you think, Mr. Deaver? Do you like it?”

Henry felt a stirring in his belly. It melted and dripped down, taking all of his blood with it. “Baby... Christ, you look amazing. Come here. Come to me now.”

She strutted closer to the bed, heels clicking on the floor until she reached the carpet. He beckoned for her, and she crawled onto the edge, slithering her way between his parted legs to receive a long, languid kiss. Henry’s hands went off their own flight path. His brain turned off, devoid of blood and clouded with arousal. She was wrapped up for him like a present, and he was eager to open her up.

Perched on his lap, she swirled her hips in circles until she was sure he was fully erect. Then she kept rocking until he stayed her with his hands on her hips. The lace was soft beneath his fingers, but it was her skin he wanted to touch.

“I’m so ready for you to fuck me, sir. I’ve been so naughty.”

“Yeah? You don’t look like a bad girl, though,” Henry answered, swallowing the excess saliva under his tongue.

“Oh, but I am. And I’ll prove it to you.”

Henry laid back as she swung her leg over, turning around, so her back was to him. She arched her spine and flashed him a glimpse of the open panties. He ran his fingers over the material, admiring the way it looked on her smooth skin.

Underneath, she was wet enough to leave a blot on the front of his boxers where she ground against him. Henry pressed his head back into the pillows, moaning from the pressure on his cock.

“Mm, I believe you. Only bad girls with those dirty, dirty thoughts make that kind of a mess. And I’ve barely touched you.”

She looked over her shoulder and smiled down at him. “I can’t help it, sir. All I’ve been able to think about is your cock. I need it so bad.”

He let two fingers travel up her slit and moaned when he saw how much shine he collected along the way. His moistened fingertips met his tongue, and a gentle moan made both of them shiver.

“God, I love the taste of that pussy. But, that’s not what I want,” he whispered, feeling the heat rising to the surface of his skin.

“What would you like, sir? I’ll give you anything you want.”

“You know what I want, princess. I want that ass. I want to feel that tight little hole swallowing my cock.”

Impressed by his tone of confidence, she gave him a measured little gasp. He smirked and squeezed her cheeks with both hands, prying them apart and purring at the sight of it. His cock twitched hard enough that she felt it. Lust grew until he shimmied his boxers off and waited for her to sit down on his lap again.

“S’that okay, honey? You like a nice big cock in your ass?”

She nodded with fervour.

“Is it because you’re a bad girl? Are you a dirty fucking slut that likes having her asshole fucked?”

With another nod, she circled her hips against his once more. “Yes, sir. I want it. All I want is to please you.”

Henry knew there was preparation done out of sight. She was ready for him. All he had to do was take her. The contracted entrance beckoned him, and his balls tightened over how snug it looked, but there was still a thin barrier preventing him from taking charge. He traced it, revelled in her moans, even pressed the first half-inch of his finger inside, but he couldn’t throw her down and fuck her no matter how much she assured him she could handle it. So he went slow.

“Please, please, sir,” she whined. “I know you want it.”

“Yeah, baby girl, I do. I want it. But you’re just so tight and delicate. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Puckered skin stretched over the tip only a bit before he pulled back. She stayed propped on her knees, hands parting her cheeks so he could see every little part of her. He tried again but met with resistance. As his chest inflated, he closed his eyes and eased in until they popped back open.

“Jesus fucking Christ on the motherfucking cross, baby. Holy shit,” Henry droned. “That is so goddamn fucking tight. I can’t believe how fucking tight that is.”

Air drew in sharply through his teeth, and he closed his eyes again, stars exploding even with veiled vision. The surrounding tension was powerful as a five of his own grips and warm enough to spread throughout his body. She rocked forward and back once, and Henry clutched the sheets.

“No, no, no, fuck. That’s too fucking tight. Jesus, baby, I’m gonna fucking come way too soon.”

“Shh,” she soothed him. “You’re fine, you’re fine. I know it feels so good, but you can handle it.”

As much as he wanted to believe she was right, that he could hold back and handle the immense pressure squeezing his cock, she was wrong. The moment she lifted and dropped her hips, and he saw his shaft disappear inside of her, a frenzy of nerves crackled in his groin, contracting his balls and tensing every muscle in his body. If it weren’t for the blood thrumming in his cock, she would have thought he passed out.

Henry sat up, stilled her hips and tried to distract himself by kissing her shoulders.

“Good God, baby. I’ve never felt anything so tight in my life. I swear to god that little hole will make me come any second.”

“Yeah?” Her voice tinted with a challenge. “Gonna come already? That big, fat cock can’t handle it?”

“Come. Come on,” Henry lifted her as though she weighed nothing, scooting them both to the edge of the bed so they faced the mirror.

Henry instructed her to stay still on his lap while she played with herself. Any amount of friction sent him careening into a tumult of ecstasy, so she could not bounce, grind or pulse on him until she made herself come.

The image was pure bliss to him. Mounted on his cock, stockinged legs spread wide, her hand at her pussy rubbing and spreading her wetness around, he enjoyed the view from the back. And every once in a while, Henry thrust his hips up, and she would let out the most endearing squeak of pleasure.

“Come on, play with that clit. Play with that gorgeous little pussy and show me how you make yourself come, bad girl. Do it for me.” His hot breath at her neck felt more like a cascade of water flowing down her body, carrying her out into a sea of pleasure.

There were men before Henry, but none so concerned for her arousal, none as attentive to her desires. She wished he would realize it wasn’t about the kink-play or his ability to throw her down and snatch the control whenever he wanted. It was the way he held her and whispered soft encouragement against her skin. It was the time he took to soak up all the warmth he could until she was ready.

“Tell me when you’re gonna come. I want to come with you. We’ll come at the same time, hm? S’that okay? Can Daddy come inside that sweet ass?”

“Yes, please,” she breathed.

“Good. Look at me when you come. I want to see your face.”

She reached for his hand and replaced her fingers with his. “You make me come.”

Henry planted his feet on the floor, kept two fingers pressed firmly against her swollen clit and bucked his hips up with shallow strokes. He nodded his head, kissing her when she craned her neck and fell against his chest.

“That spot right there? Is that what you like, baby girl? Tell me what feels good, baby. Tell me how you like me to play with your pussy.”

“Just like that,” she gasped. “Mm, just like that, sir.”

“Yeah? You gonna come for me? ‘Cause I’m about to. Oh, fuck. Yes... I’m going to bust so fucking hard in that ass. God, you make me so fucking hard, baby.”

Her lashes fluttered as two long fingers worked her until she was dripping. The sticky fluid dribbled down, down, until he felt it on the ridge of his cock. His snapped up faster than before, thigh muscles clenching, teeth grinding together while she whispered in his ear she was approaching the end.

“Mm, I love it when you fuck my ass, Daddy. I want your cum.”

“Yeah, you want it? You want all that hot fucking cum?”

“Mm-hmm, yes!”

His fingers flickered back and forth until she bit her lip and squealed. The sound of her orgasm pushed him to the edge, and he stiffened until it became too much to bear. They both groaned, gasped and fought for air, wrapped tightly in their rapturous climaxes until their muscles gave out. Henry held her against his chest and slipped out of her after the pulses weakened. He hauled her into the centre of the bed, where they laid until they caught their breath and settled under a blissful haze.

“That was unbelievable.”

She giggled and flipped onto her stomach, kissing his jaw and cheek. “You’re unbelievable.”

“If I weren’t so sure I’m dead, I’d fight you on that one. But I’m fairly certain I’ve gone to heaven.”

“Heaven, huh? I don’t think they do those kinds of things in heaven," she giggled.

“Probably not.”

She nuzzled into his neck, soothed by his natural scent while encased in his arms. “I’m proud of you.”

He chuckled, sighed and ran his hand through his damp hair. “I’m proud of myself, too. I thought for sure I’d bust instantly.”

“You came close.”

“Thank you for... For letting me do that.”

“I’m happy to be your first,” she whispered.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too, my sweet, innocent little Christian boy.”

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