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Late Sunday night:
I love fire. For 25 years, I was a fire fighter until I retired as an Assistant Chief.
I have a fire ring in my yard, heat my house with wood, and consider myself one of the firedogsÂ at community bonfires.
I really like making fire.
Summer in Florida is all about heat, humidity, biting insects and did I mention humidity. It’s really no time to make fire. Fall is the prefect time. Some Floridians prefer the springtime with it’s show-off blooming goodness. I understand and appreciate spring, but autumn is incredibly wonderful.
Pay attention you folks who are thinking that Florida is paradise and how there are all those foreclosed houses and all…this place is not for sissies. The humidity is exhausting in August. We have bugs the size of small dogs and don’t get me started on the snakes and alligators.
None the less, I (heart) the silly place and fall is my favorite time to be here.
My fire tonight wasn’t the first of the community this fall, but it was my first one. I paired the fire with a tasting of three sour mash bourbons. While sour mash has a rich history in the South as good moonshine, all mine were tax paid and legal. We did an Eagle Rare, a Maker’s Mark and an Evan Williams single barrel 1997. The Eagle Rare was sweetish with a aftertaste similar to Scotch. The Maker’s Mark was smooth and wonderful. The Evan Williams was amazing.
Bourbon is, for certain southerners, a holy sacred elixir. It was the ‘crack’ of an earlier generation.
The best thing about the beginning of fire season is that oyster season is just around the corner.
Sunday morning update:
No hangover despite sour mash tasting. I consider this a sort of positive health checkup.No comments