My poor son is freaking out because — with some reason — he thinks I drink wayyy too much booze.
And y’know…the truth is, even a glass or so a day is prob’ly too much.
My parents always had a cocktail or two before dinner. And as I reached the Drinking Age, I came to join them. Actually, my college boyfriend at the time got me started on swilling a cocktail or two a day. So it was pretty easy to just blend right in with the family custom. 😀
Has that custom grown into an exceptionally bad habit?
Hmmmm….. One could argue so.
Yeah, I do have a whiskey & water or a glass of wine every afternoon, before dinner. Then a glass of wine with dinner. And yeah: it makes sense to say that’s too damn much. Especially for the girlie scion of a good Christian Scientist family. 😀
So now, dammit….I’ve decided to climb on the wagon.
Ugh, what a way spend the late afternoon, right?
😀
But truth to tell, I think we’ll all be better off if the old lady quits lapping her li’l cocktail every afternoon. How booooring!
My parents always had cocktails before (and sometimes with) dinner. The difference was that they didn’t drink wine. So they didn’t have that nightly swill of cabernet or Sauvignon blanc with dinner. Instead, they generally lapped up a whiskey and water or two beforehand. And that was it.
My son, having noticed how much wine I’ve taken to slurping down (doubt if he’s noticed the disappearing whiskey…), has asked me to knock it off. And truth to tell…I think he’s right.
So here we are, riding the wagon again.
Matter of fact, I hadn’t noticed until recently how much booze I’ve been lapping…and y’know, I do believe he’s right. I need to quit that!
One of the li’l problems that arise when you get in the habit of regular boozing is that you don’t realize how much you’re spending on your swilling. If you buy a bottle of wine or whiskey only when you go into the store to buy food, that cost gets blended in with the grocery bill, and unless you’re paying close attention, you simply don’t notice that the grocery bill is hovering near the stratosphere.
And in fact, that is pretty much what’s happened here. Recently I realized that holee maquerel! I’m spending an obscene amount on food.
Well.
No.
Sorry. Cabernet is not food. Neither is Sauvignon blanc. Nope. Not food. But it sure as hell is jacking up the grocery bill.
So. No. Quit it!
As of this evening, we’re guzzling iced tea or water with dinner. Ugh.
Oh well: we’ll survive. And probably be the better for it.
Two thoughts: ferment your own homemade wine from 100% fruit juice (see Doing It Cheap’s YouTube channel); and George Burns lived to a ripe old age and had whiskey and cigars daily. Perhaps he was merely a whisker on the boxplot, but still…
That’s an interesting idea — the ferment-it-yourself routine.
My father used to distill his own likker. We lived in Saudi Arabia, where the gummint declared booze to be not just immoral but illegal. So the Americans had to make their own. Secretly.
One way or the other, though, I need to train myself to exercise a little restraint. Or…uhm…a lot of restraint. When I sit down in the afternoon and start swiggling whiskey or wine in the run-up to dinnertime, that ain’t so good. Too easy to go bat-sh!t with the swiggling.
What seems to work best is to wait until the chow is on the table to pour a glass of wine, and then to restrain oneself from pouring another swiggle after dinner has been consumed. This usually limits you to ONE glass of wine, which (for me, anyway) is not excessive.