Tomintoul.....

..... I was up early this morning and managed to catch the daybreak as it burned away a fine mist of fog from the neighborhood..... my goodness, what a difference a month makes..... it's strikes me as so odd sometimes how the forest that surrounds my house can go from bare limbs to blooms, to fully-grown leaves in such a short time.... Spring has definitely sprung.... and the first warm, damp mornings of Summer are already trying to peek through..... soon we'll all be bitching about the burdensome heat of mid-summer and praying for the Relief of Autumn....

... time flies fast enough, I suppose.... and it'd behoove us to not wish it away any quicker than it cares to arrive on its own..... but hey, it is in our very nature to watch, wish, enjoy, and plan ahead..... I'm just sayin', that's all....

.... anyhoo, whilst cleaning out the suitcase this morning, I happened upon an interesting receipt laying amongst the crumpled clothing and bags of souvenirs.... we'd field-tripped northeastwards from our chalet in search of the infamous "Whisky Castle" in the village of Tomintoul, and after purchasing a few bottles of the amber nectar we found ourselves in need of a luncheon..... we chose the first place that we came to - The Clockhouse - and placed our orders..... at the time, well, we were all just hungry and didn't really pay much attention to the menu..... but after having just found the receipt, I suppose that I should share...

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.... for the record, I did not dine upon haggis.... I did sample a few bites and found it very tasty, but no, I ordered the 'drunken fungus' instead...... what might a tasty haggis look like in its native environment?..... behold..... this here is a genuine highland haggis accompanied by the traditional side dishes.... bashed tatties and chappit neeps..... (mashed potatoes and turnips)....

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..... and what might a 'drunken fungus' look like?..... ask and ye shall receive...... sauteed mushrooms in a whisky, cream, and cheese sauce with a side order of garlic bread.... you know, for dippin'......

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...... all of this was enjoyed just across the street from The Whisky Castle.... a shop that stocks itself with over 500 single malts...... yes, I said 500...... if you're ever near Tomintoul, I highly suggest you pay it a visit......

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.... you will not regret it.... trust me....

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Back....

.... well, gentle rubberneckers, I is home safe and sound..... bagless, of course, but home nonetheless.... a bit tired, sure, but that is merely a side effect of all the glorious chow, wonderful booze, and raucous, wild nights of adventure that I've enjoyed.....

.... oh, did I mention 'bagless'?..... well, indeed.... it seems that booking transcontinental flights with British Midlands (and internal flights with United) is a guaranteed way for your luggage to take a wee siesta and lounge about unattended in the guts of O'Hare or Manchester for 24-48 hours..... the flight over ended with me hanging at the Hilton smelling pretty funky for the first day and a half (well, funkier than usual)..... the flight back?.... well, not only was MY bag lost, but the Missus' too..... luckily we were home and had duplicates of all the sundry bathroom stuffs, so not much was effected by our bags being delayed....

.... actually, that's only 99% true.... I did not have a spare razor for this morning's ablutions..... but other than that, we're cruisin'...... I will say this though - merely as a point of reference for any of you guys out there who find yourselves alone in a shower with a woman's 'Venus' razor - never borrow a razor to shave your face that has spent the last few months plowing across some woman's thighs.... y'all will just have to trust me on that one.....

.... sure, you might be tempted to just cast caution to the wind and dive right in with a "hey, a razor is a razor!.... what could possibly go wrong?".... but woe betide the whiskered man who does not heed my warning, folks......

.... anyhoo, speaking of cutting throats and bleeding out, the trans-Atlantic flight happened to be showing "Sweeny Todd" during the journey..... and as gory, bloody, and cringe-worthy as it was, I have to say that I enjoyed it very much..... I mean, it's not every day that you get to watch a musical about a serial killer and cannibals.... it's funny, really.... not being a huge fan of Johnny Depp, serial killers, cannibals, OR musicals, I still became immersed enough in the storyline for two or three hours of the monotonous journey to slip by.... and hey, when you have a 8 hour flight, life is all about The Distraction.....

.... so, yes.... I'm back safe and sound.... and I'd like to thank Elisson, Shadowscope, Winston, and Jimbo for keeping this place ticking over while I was away.... you guys are great..... and I very much appreciate what y'all did.....

.... hot damn!.... a gray headed gentleman just dropped off my luggage!..... time for laundry and a cocktail...... although perhaps not in that order.....

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Gone!.....

.... well, boys and girls, the time has come..... tomorrow will be spent packing, re-packing, searching, rummaging, doing a bit of laundry, and then packing a little bit more...... and we'll eventually jet off towards The Land of Auld Lang Syne sometime in the afternoon once the bags have finally reached a satisfactory heaviness....

..... and with any luck, we'll be safely tucked away and graciously surrounded by familial charm, goblets groaning with room-temperature Caol Isla, and lots and lots of stories of adventurous relatives...... indeed, we'll be all snug and cozy in a chalet at Craigendarroch by 9AM Eastern Standard Time......

... so with that, gentle rubberneckers, I am off....... and I leave you in the tender hands of the generous gentlemen who agreed to keep my seat warm until I get back.....

.... I hope that you all fare well...... I'll be back around midnight on the 17th......

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