bourbon beer



  • 6-8 tablespoons butterscotch sauce (depending how sweet you like it)
  • 3 cups apple cider
  • 1 cup bourbon whiskey (optional)
  • 2 cups ginger beer
  • Whipped cream, for garnish


  1. Heat cider, bourbon and butterscotch syrup in a medium saucepan until the butterscotch dissolves and the mixture is steaming hot. Remove from heat and stir in the ginger beer. Ladle into mugs and serve with loads of whipped cream on top.
I'm full of burger, fries, bourbon and ginger beer

I’m showered and in my pajamas. Not the cute ones, but something warm.

I’m going to remember the good things I did today. I was a good mother hen. I gave loving, healing touch. I will have that returned soon (a massage on Sunday).

I’m going to sleep, perchance to dream about happier things than letting go. But before then, anyone want to watch that ridiculous Michael Bolton thing with me?

Signs As Alcohol

Aries: Whiskey

Taurus: Bourbon

Gemini: Hyptoniq

Cancer: Vodka

Leo: Tequila

Virgo: Wine

Libra: Rum

Scorpio: Moonshine

Sagittarius: Beer

Capricorn: Jaegermeister

Aquarius: Fireball

Pisces: Absinthe

Imagine meeting Jared at a bar

Two hours more and I’m done. I’m free for the weekend, free from this miserable job and free to do whatever the hell I want.

Fridays are always busy, and today is not the exception. I run all over the bar serving beers, bourbon, even champagne to a group of friends celebrating that one of them got fired. I don’t stop until those last two hours, when the group of friends decides to go dancing, the solitary drinkers realize that it’s time to go home, and I end up with just a few customers left.

I’m finishing serving a beer to one of my regulars when the door opens once again. A solitary guy enters the bar, walking at his own pace towards one of the stools. When I get near the new guy I immediately know that something’s wrong.

“What can I help you with?” I ask him, showing the nicest smile I can provide.

“I don’t know, a beer?”

“Well, you look like you could have something nicer” I mumble, examining the man in front of me, “What about a margarita?!”

My sudden enthusiasm shocks him and I’m sure he ends up nodding just because I startled him.

“I’ve never had a margarita before” He says, and I can sense he’s a bit ashamed.

“Really? Margaritas are amazing” I say as I put all the ingredients on my side of the bar, “You have tequila, and a bit of lime. It’s the perfect combination!”

I start explaining the whole process of the drink as I prepare it. The man looks at my hands impressed as I mix everything. When I’m done, I give him his drink, wishing that he likes it.

I leave the solitary man alone to prepare more drinks for my other customers, always keeping an eye on the guy enjoying the margarita.

Half an hour passes before I get a call from the guy, his eyes have been glued to his phone for the last couple of minutes.

“Everything okay?” I ask him.

“Can I have another drink?” He asks, and I can see that whatever is troubling him isn’t good.

“Sure, you want another margarita or you wanna have something new?”

“I’m not really a bar type of guy, I’m not sure what other drinks you can make” He says, and I can feel the same shame as before on his choice of words.

“Have you tried martinis before?” He shakes his head and I provide a new big smile to him, “Great, I’ll make you one!”

I do the same as before, explaining all the ingredients that the drink has, the process and some variations you can make to it. Once I’m done, I stay with him as he tries the new drink. A smile appears on his lips as he finishes his first sip.

“Oh, that’s good” He says, with the first smile of the night, I provide my own smile as I watch him take another sip.

“I’m glad you like it!”

Most of the people have gone home, and I’m left with only two people in the bar. I leave the solitary guy alone once again as I receive the payment from the last customer. The solitary guy notices that he’s the only one left in the bar and calls me to his side.

“Do people tell you their names? Because I just realized that I haven’t said mine and I’m extremely ashamed of that”

“Only if they want to” I laugh, “It’s okay if you want to keep your anonymity”

“I’m Jared” He presents himself, offering me his hand to shake. I shake his hand, presenting myself with a kind smile. “Have you been working here for long?”

“Two years… I think”

“Wow, that’s why these things taste so great” Jared laughs, taking another sip of his martini.

Jared starts making more questions about my job, about the people that comes to the bar. When I tell him that I still got 45 minutes left at the bar he offers to accompany me for the rest of my shift.

“Why are you the only one working here? It’s Friday night and this place must have been full a while ago”

“It was” I say, raising both of my eyebrows, “And I wasn’t supposed to be alone, I work with my boss, but his girlfriend’s water broke, so…”

“Oh” Is the only things he says, and I can sense that what’s wrong with him has to do with what I just mentioned.

“Are you okay? You’ve been checking your phone ever since you arrived here”

“It’s complicated” He mumbles, fixating his eyes on his drink.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I was just… worried”

His eyes shift from the drink to me. He seems pretty down, his shoulders low, bags under his eyes. And let’s not forget about the fact that he’s alone in a bar.

After a few seconds of silence, Jared drinks his whole drink in a second, asking me to make him another. As I start working on his new drink, he starts talking.

“I just thought I had the perfect relationship, you know? House, dogs, engagement ring, everything” He stops for a second to catch his breath, I lift my eyes to see him rub one of his eyes with his sleeve, “At first I thought she was cheating on me”

I don’t want to interrupt him with unnecessary comments like: “What? How could someone cheat on you? I mean, come on, have you watched yourself in a mirror? You’re a god!”. I just bite my lip, waiting for him to continue.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks me, it takes me a minute to shake my head no, “But I’m sure you’ve experienced that feeling of not being wanted, when your partner just… avoids you”

“Yeah, I think so. That usually means bad news” I mutter.

Jared nods, giving a sip to his drink.

“That’s why I thought she was cheating on me, but no, she wasn’t doing that”

“What was it then?” I ask, way more interested than I should. I end up biting my lip again.

Jared does not answer my question immediately, instead, he takes a second to check his phone again. A new message appears on the screen, I want to see the name on the screen, even though I know I shouldn’t. His expression does not change as he reads the text and, once he’s finished, he looks at me again.

“Sorry, it was my brother, he’s a bit worried”

I’m the one nodding this time, waiting for him to continue.

“She thought she was pregnant” He finally says, and I can feel my eyebrows raising again.

He stops again to drink the rest of his drink, and I don’t like where this is going. Jared does not ask me for another drink, but continues to play with the glass on the table.

“Do you want to be a mother?” He suddenly asks, fixing his gaze on me.

I can feel the heat on my cheeks, the way my hands start trembling as the words connect on my mind.

“So, what happened with your girlfriend?” I ask to change the topic of the conversation, “Is she pregnant?”

“No, she’s not. She was so relieved when she found out, she hadn’t even told me that there was even a possibility of her being pregnant when she appeared at my work telling me the ‘good news’. What good news?!”

“Some women think that a baby could be an obstacle in their careers, or they are not prepared. Maybe she just…”

“It was not that” He interrupts me, “It was because of the dress. A fucking wedding dress!”


My eyes open wide as I hear the explanation. I need a drink.

“'It’s Vera Wang!’ She screamed” He says in disbelief, “How twisted can her brain be if she cares more about fitting in a goddamn dress than the possibility of bringing a child to this world?”

I finish making two drinks, handing one to Jared and drinking mine in a second.

“It’s on the house” I say, as I see him looking at me confused.

Jared does the same with his drink, receiving another text, and this time his expression changes.

“Is it her?” I ask him, he just nods, starting to type really fucking fast. “Are you okay?” I ask him when he leaves his phone aside.

“Yeah, she’s asking me to come back”

“You’re leaving then?”

“No, she just want me to go home to convince me not to cancel the wedding, so she can wear her fucking dress”

“You cancelled the wedding?!” I ask, taking both hands to cover my mouth.

“I can’t marry someone that shallow” Jared sighs, resting his chin on his hand, “I should have done this a while ago, my brother even congratulated me, my mom is the happiest of all”

“She was that bad?”

He shrugs, checking the time on his phone.

“Apparently I was the only one who hadn’t notice how awful she was. Anyway, I think is already time for you to close this place”

He shows me the time on his phone, it is already 4 in the morning. Jared lends me a hand with the whole closing process, letting us surrounded by a rather weird silence. He’s looking directly into my eyes, and I can see that he got a bit drunk with all the drinks that I gave him. And it is that same drunkenness the one I blame when his hands cup my face, as if asking my permission to get even closer.

“I don’t think you should” I mutter, “You’re drunk”

“I know” He whispers.

His hands fall from my face, both getting inside his jacket. A smile takes over his expression, and I feel a weight leaving my shoulders.

“Come, let’s share a cab” I tell him, clasping my arm with his.

Jared accepts and we start walking in silence to a more crowded street.

“You didn’t answer my question” He says after a few minutes.

“Which one?” I ask him, even when I know exactly what he’s talking about.

“Do you want to be a mother?”

I sigh, taking my time to find the perfect answer. His eyes do not look away as he awaits for my answer. Out of nowhere, a smile takes over my expression, and all the cheeriness that I had a couple of hours ago returns to my body.

“Well, I am a mother”

“You are?” He asks, stopping our walk, “But you… you are so young!”

“This sort of things happen, and I’m more than happy that it did” I say, never leaving the smile disappear from my face, “Her name is Zoe, she’s five”

“Wow, does she look like you?” Jared looks amazed by my revelation.

“I don’t know, everybody says she does, but I can’t really tell”

Jared starts invading me with all sort of questions about me being a mother, and how it is to have Zoe as my daughter. I answer them all, giving this little joy to a drunk broken hearted man.

In the end, it turns out that we are going to two different places, really far from each other, so we are not allowed to share a cab. A bit much like our lives. Jared is not the kind of man who lives in my sort of neighbourhood, the one where you have to be extra careful even during the day. But Jared doesn’t leave until I am inside a car. I receive his number before leaving, and a promise of coming to talk to me again at the bar.

kernezelda said:                                                                                                                            I don’t drink beer, but your craft beer photos almost make me want to try them!                            

…I thought I didn’t like beer for all of undergrad and about half of grad school! But then - cliche incoming - we had GOOD beer. Like, bourbon-barrel-aged, vanilla-bean stouts, or fruity fizzy Belgians (which one of our friends hates, mind you), and beer that has silky texture and thick texture and chocolate notes and raisin notes and deep smoky marshmallow notes and also the alcohol content that hovers around the 10% range…

I have learned that I don’t like terribly hoppy beer, or beer with high IBU in general, or beer with strong funky or sour notes, or beer that might as well be weirdly-flavored water, and sadly that is a lot of what Americans drink (why? WHY???), but there IS really good stuff out there (assuming you’re not allergic to beer, which a different one of our friends is, tragically) if you look for specific flavor profiles that you know you like. :-)

Innis & Gunn Bourbon Dark Ale (7.4% abv)

Poor ol’ Innis & Gunn, amongst the larger UK craft beer community these Scottish dudes are kinda seen as the brewery equivalent of that creepy uncle whose stained rain coat seems to crawl of it’s own accord if you mistakenly get to close, no, that’s unfair. They’re like that dog in your grandparents small town that spends it’s days urinating on old ladies feet and snarling at small children like it want’s to eat their faces off in front of their parents. Nah, that’s not right either. They’re more like that bore of a fixture at the local pub who can drain someone’s life force with just a few words in his monotone drawl. What I mean is, most who know ‘em have learned to steer clear. 

This was a gift. I&G’s commitment to mediocrity has burned me too many times before and these days I walk past their bottles of couldn’t-give-a-fuckery without a second glance. So it was with some trepidation that I opened the really quite lovely box and popped the cap on that equally attractive bottle. Maybe this wasn’t gonna be so bad… 

A sip and… Slap me ‘round the chops with a wet dildo and call me Clarence! This really isn’t so bad at all. Like stewed dark stone fruits smothered in bourbon caramel sauce and garnished with a random twig. It’s unsurprisingly sweet and malty, the bourbon is restrained but evident throughout, and a lurking spicy earthiness develops towards the finish. It’s smooth, medium bodied and err, delicately carbed (or well, flat), but those well crafted and complex yet subtle and easy drinking flavours really did a number on my taste buds. I gotta say I thoroughly enjoyed it and even think I’ll try and grab a few more if I can.

Wait, what

I was tagged by the lovely @jumpingski and @a-szomszed-lanya thank you!! <3

rules: enter your answers then tag 10 people! use the first letter of your name to answer each question. real answers only. if the person who tagged you has the same initial, you must use different answers. you cannot use the same word twice.

name: Brigi
a four letter word: beer
a boy’s name: Benny
an occupation: broker
something you can wear: belt
a food: banana bread
something you find in a bathroom: bathtub
a place: Bavaria
a reason for being late: bed
something you shout: Bazdmeg! 
a movie title: Beyond the sea <3
something you drink: Becherowka, Bacardi, beer, bourbon…
an animal: bunny
a type of car: Bentley
title of a song: Budapest by George Ezra

I tag @shivero @tandextrash @e-durm @justanbloggen @daddyschlierenzauer @livinglegendsimplythebest and anyone who wants to do it ^_^ If you don’t want to share your name, it’s ok to ignore my tag ;) 

Let’s paint the town red

Lee chose a nice bar for them. Loud rock music, good beer, the guests were mostly guys that already looked like they wanted to cause trouble and yes, they also had bourbon.

She wrapped her arm around Brock’s waist when they entered the place and immediately caught attention. The men checked if Brock would be dangerous or if they could risk flirting with Lee. The girls checked if Lee was any danger for them. Hell, they would try to scratch out her eyes if she wanted to take one of their guys away.

“Awww, they hate us already,” Lee cheered and pulled Brock to the bar. “We want beer and bourbon,” she told the barkeeper and blew him a kiss, which brought her the next deadly stare.

When somebody suggested to paint the town red, Lee took that as a challenge. As always, she had two knifes and her gun with her and if Brock could keep up with her, this bar would only be the beginning.