While my liver is perfectly capable of scrubbing the alcohol, flavonols, tannins and anthocyanins from my bloodstream, it can sometimes take a while. Bacon appears to be an excellent catalyst for this process. Passata does not help one bit.
NYE taught me I don’t like cocktails anywhere near as much as I like wine. I’ll have a bottle of Tempranillo, if you’d be so kind. And some wasabi peas.
I made it through all of December’s pre-Christmas parties without picking up any of the gastro, rhino, wtf viruses swirling about.
I made it through Christmas while those about me hacked and wheezed all the while insisting that they were no longer contagious.
I made it to the New Year’s Eve party with my structurally suspect chocolate cake harbouring a suspicion that I *might be coming down with something*.
Please, I will stand well away, over here, if I might have a hot buttered rum with lemon.
Christmas has been a really very nice of a whirlwind of food, drink, family and much, much washing up. I now want to retreat to my sofa and drink something warm – I reckon a hot chocolate with plenty of rum might do the trick. Can someone wake me when spring arrives.
I’ll go for a festive and highly-toxic pint of Kamikaze please, in absolute rebellion at the whole detox and Dryathlon guff of the New Year.
Thanks
Still working my way through all the Baileys. All the baileys!
While my liver is perfectly capable of scrubbing the alcohol, flavonols, tannins and anthocyanins from my bloodstream, it can sometimes take a while. Bacon appears to be an excellent catalyst for this process. Passata does not help one bit.
NYE taught me I don’t like cocktails anywhere near as much as I like wine. I’ll have a bottle of Tempranillo, if you’d be so kind. And some wasabi peas.
I made it through all of December’s pre-Christmas parties without picking up any of the gastro, rhino, wtf viruses swirling about.
I made it through Christmas while those about me hacked and wheezed all the while insisting that they were no longer contagious.
I made it to the New Year’s Eve party with my structurally suspect chocolate cake harbouring a suspicion that I *might be coming down with something*.
Please, I will stand well away, over here, if I might have a hot buttered rum with lemon.
BEER!
please and thank you
I’m really into the idea of detox. I find a large gin, with full fat tonic, encourages my liver to process& expel toxins.
Christmas has been a really very nice of a whirlwind of food, drink, family and much, much washing up. I now want to retreat to my sofa and drink something warm – I reckon a hot chocolate with plenty of rum might do the trick. Can someone wake me when spring arrives.
It’s still Christmas. Baileys please. Large.