Everyone needs a goal, not matter how silly or frivolous. Robb has been dreaming of being well enough to go snorkeling in Kauai again. I'm not recovering from anything as serious as Robb's spinal cord injury, but I realize that I've been imagining the day when I put Hepatitis behind me, and am allowed to have a drink again.
And I know exactly what I'll have to celebrate.
Robb and I had been amusing ourselves by playing a torturous game of Forbidden Food Pairings. We would think up all the things that -- due to the compromised state of my liver -- I'm not supposed to ingest right now, and imagine how enjoyable they could be. Chile Rellenos and a nice salt-rimmed margarita. Vegetable Tempura and Sapporo. Basically anything deep fried with a nice cold beer. You get the picture.
Those all have their charms, but what I'm really fantasizing about is a perfectly served glass of newly legalized and locally-produced Absinthe.
Absinthe, The Green Fairy...
..tastes like licorice, or Pastis, only more complex.
...has a wicked -- if ill-deserved -- past.
...was the subject of all sorts of Nineteenth Century artworks.
...inspired me to make the above rubber-stamp print, and an accompanying teeny-tiny art book.
...knocked my friend Drew face-down on the floor of the Mount Royal Tavern. That's the stuff of legends.
Oh yeah! I want some of that action.
It goes on sale on Friday. I wonder if I have time to run all the way to Alameda on my lunch hour?
Later: It is not going to be a Chartreuse Christmas, this year. Robb went by the distillery, hoping to buy a bottle of Absinthe, and hundreds of people were lined up outside the building.
Robb's not able to stand in line for hours, but that's okay, because at the moment I'm not supposed to drink alcohol.