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Another Caucasian, Gary

The White Russian, A.K.A the Caucasian, is one of my favorite drinks. As a bartender in SoCal I made hundreds of them. In my lifetime I have consumed countless White Russians. Ten years ago, in deer camp, I made Caucasians for the boys–it immediately became a tradition.

After years of experimenting I think I’m finally satisfied with my perfect, simple, recipe.

Two things are a must: crushed ice and Kahlua. The crushed ice because, well, you have to eat all the yummy ice while drinking, and after finishing, your White Russian. And the Kahula because it just wouldn’t be the same.

The other two ingredients, cream and vodka, are negotiable. I like Ketel One, because it’s smooth and has a natural sweetness to it. And pick a beautiful organic cream like this one. But in a pinch, half and half will do.

Presentation: I think we should stick with a theme here, that being the classic Jeff Bridges film “The Big Lebowski”. Throughout the movie, The Dude only drinks White Russians in a “lowball” or “rocks” glass. So in deference to The Dude, please use one of these glasses.

The recipe is simple:
2 parts vodka
1 part Kahlua
1 part cream

Start with the rocks glass, and fill two thirds with crushed ice. Add the vodka and Kahula, and then top with cream. Give it a light stir–this is important. You want to be able to see the lovely swirled light and dark liquids. If you overstir you’re left with a brown mess. Embrace the swirl. Serve immediately. Best enjoyed in a bowling alley with friends.

“Right, Dude.”

Geminids

Last night was the annual spectacular lightshow: the Geminids meteor shower. I watched in my backyard.

I live in Reno. My house is at 5,000 feet elevation. It’s mid-December. So it’s pretty cold. I set up the cot and wondered if one sleeping bag would be enough to keep me warm. Checked the weather forecast. Clear skies, low of 25. I got the second bag.

At 8pm I went outside with my flask of cognac, cell phone, and crawled into my sleeping bag within a bag. I started seeing meteors right away. It was sporadic at first, bursts of 1 or two meteors per minute and then nothing for a long while.

I snoozed on and off from 8pm to midnight. I’d wake up, peek my head out of the sleeping bags, watch a few meteors, go back to sleep.

At midnight the show really began. I was seeing several meteors per minute. Then the moon started the rise and the night sky got brighter.

At 1pm I started to feel a little too warm, so I unzipped my bags and reached out with my arms to feel the freezing winter air. As my arms settled on the top of my sleeping I felt something very cold and slightly wet: ice. The 70% humidity was enough for frost to form all over my stuff.

I would have spent the rest of the night outside were it not for the wet/frosty bag.

Who’s a Veteran? This guy!

When I got my Nevada driver license I brought my DD214 with me and got a special designation on my ID. So now I can prove it. But I’m not going to post a picture of it on the Internet, so tough.

Happy Veterans day to me.