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Well, this recent WordPress Daily Post certainly got me thinking:  “Captain Picard was into Earl Grey Tea: mention the Dude and we think:  White Russians.  drinksWhat’s your signature beverage — and how did it achieve that status?”

Fact is, I don’t have a signature beverage.  Never did.  I’m an equal opportunity drinker.

Although having said that, if I was going to have a signature drink it would be Lillet.

It’s a French aperitif and it’s delicious — at least I think so.  It’s wonderful on the rocks, with a twist of lemon.  I was introduced to it back in Montreal, at a French restaurant (Chez Georges) I used to frequent.  It’s Continue reading

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Day 15. Bitter Taste

This seems to be my time to re-visit my past.  My brain is just bursting with memories.  Most wonderful, some not so great.  Just like life, itself.  So today I am thinking of a crazy friend I had, back in Montreal.  Sadly she passed away from cancer, a few years ago.

She smoked like a chimney (Gitanes, a brand of French cigarettes she got hooked on when she lived in Paris).  She used one of those filtered cigarette holders, thinking it somehow protected her from the evils, and perils, of smoking.  Considering she ended up with lung cancer that travelled to her kidneys, I’d say her thinking was flawed.  She also drank like a fish, but never got drunk.  Or obnoxious.  Her voice was husky, her laugh infectious; and she told one and all that her breasts (which she’d had enlarged way, way before it was fashionable) “were so beautiful they belonged on a mantle.”

I have enough stories about her to write a book.  She was just fun.  Gorgeous (a model).  And from an extremely wealthy family, although you would never have known it.  She was the wild one in the group.  Her name was Jayne — spelled with a “y”, as she would be quick to point out, the minute she was asked what her name was;   and I swear if you were to google Auntie Mame, it would be her picture you’d see.

And she loved radishes (ergo, my ‘bitter” reference).

They had to be whole, slathered with unsalted butter and dipped in salt before every bite.  She ate them by the bowlful.  Often after a very late night on the town (which was most nights).  And trust me, of all the strange and Continue reading