After bringing up the alcohol yesterday from The Yucky Place, today I decided to check out the price of all the bottles, and see if anything was worth trying.
One bottle was Liqueur Muscat, what we used to call Port in Australia, except, like we can’t use Champagne anymore for sparkling wine, we can’t say port. A little research found out some very interesting things, like liqueur muscat is unique to Australia. Up until the 1950s, Australians didn’t drink wine, only fortified wine. Luckily, post-war migrants introduced us to table wine, as it was called to separate it from fortified wine.
Liqueur muscat is a dessert drink – very sweet and very strong. Over 17% alcohol. Not for quaffing; more for sipping.
So in the tradition of a Sunday pre-dinner drink, I had a tipple with Mr S.
Mmm, sweet, like medicine used to be but without the yuck of medicine, slightly coffee, caramel, and what is that? That taste I can’t identify?
So I like it? Yes-ish. Like sultanas, which I can eat occasionally and which sometimes I just want, but then while eating am not sure I like what I’m eating. Definitely small glass drinking. And only one small glass.
While sipping, I got Mr S to agree to throw out his pool towel. It’s torn and full of holes and worn through everywhere. Can I bin it? Yes, but I thought you were going to use it to cover the worms. I don’t think it is full cotton, look how it is wearing with the weft and weave still intact, cotton doesn’t do that. It is meant to be 100% cotton. Yes, but look. Yes, very strange. So can I bin it and give you a replacement? Yes, ok.
And out from the linen press comes a very old and worn towel. Ah, an old favourite, says Mr S.
One less thing in the linen press. Towels seem to breed in our house.