November 2009 Archives

It started off like any other weekend, got to sit down with the boys and have breakfast.  Actually, it starts with me standing at the stove with a kid tugging at my leg screaming for food while I make us eggs.  Aden had cereal and Rian and dad had scrambled eggs with cheese, raisins, and toast decked with almondbutter.  This is our favorite power breakfast.
  Rian really wanted to drive so Aden grabbed his safety glasses for "just in case".  Though, Dad insisted in driving.  The boys got to play with the 'girls' and their buddy uncle Kelly.  Rian maneuvered in for some food; always the begger.
  A pretty good day of feasting with family at mine and Brandy's mothers.  Good food [& tons of it] and time spent with family makes for a good Thanksgiving.

  Rittenhouse Rye was originally produced out of Pennsylvania until prohibition  closed the doors to many great distilleries and then later revived by one of the bluegrass' top spirits producers, Heavin Hill.  Rye has a long history is this country, old in it's tradition.
  Rittenhouse comes bottled in Bond at 100 proof or a toned down 80.  This bottle is of the latter.  On the nose there's a dryness with a bit of earth and fruit in the mix.  Once the glass was in 'tilt back' position there was a hint of spice and oak and no real hit of heat or alcohol.
  I'd imagine this is the little brother to the Bottled In Bond.  This isn't an in-your-face glass of whiskey and doesn't bring that slight bourbon punch, though sometimes that can be a good quality.  For the price I say this is a must try and a good place for a person new to whiskey to start.  Nice and clean, easy to drink.

My Take: 3.5 - $

  Sprickets, a.k.a. the freaky bastards that chase my wife up ontop of a chair screaming, apparently come out of their dwelling as the outside temp drops to their liking.  Take a trip into my basement and you may find yourself in a situation that rivals a scene from Starship Troopers.  Their appearance leaves little doubt that you do not want to scoop them up into your hands to gently toss them out the front door so they can continue a productive insect life.  Add in the military like maneuvering in which they form a tactical line to march onto you providing a frontal distraction to move in under the flanks, and you know you have a fight that you just can't walk away from.

  It seems these creepy jumpers are actually Cave Crickets.  This would explain why every winter my house is plagued with them. Umm, no it wouldn't! 

  If you aren't ontop your your Karate Bo Staff techniques wielding a broom recklessly around the house could be hazardess, so I'm here to give you my sure fire way to get these sprickets all together and dead and forego any need of your questionable hand-2-hand skills.  Glue Pad mouse traps.  That's all I have to say.  I don't know how or why, it just does.  Lay a couple of these down where you notice the little buggers and they will all be dancing to get stuck in the muck.  Fill up and replace.