Date: August, 2012
Whisky: Crown Royal Black
Rum: Havana Club, a couple of aged Rum Nation releases and a schwackload more
Ok…don’t tell anyone. I sipped rum this night. And only rum. And I actually sort of almost kinda maybe possibly didn’t mind one of ’em. Repeat that and I can’t be responsible for what happens. Seriously. You’ll tarnish my reputation.
This was a rather frustrating eve in which only four of the gang of eight made it out to participate. Life gets in the way, I get it, but a rather poor showing can be quite heartbreaking, especially when hosting. Nevertheless, we could have cried into our beers (errr…rum), or we could have turned it into a night to remember. Obviously, we went with the latter. Much like the case of the infamous ‘Blood Meridian’ night, this wee crew brought it all to the table and had a heck of a night full of Caribbean dialect, tooth-rottingly sweet libations, and holy-fires-o’-hell cuisine. In short…our host took things to the authentic nth degree.
Lance, very much in Lance fashion, put together a feisty and fiery little feast for us. Frivolous alliteration aside, these forays into full-blown fiery ring delight are always a source of anticipation leading up to the big event. Once we’d all gathered, we dug in ’round the kitchen table for a helluva good meal before retiring to the great outdoors (aka the back deck) for the session itself.
Lance took us on a whirlwind tour of cane juice, putting our tastebuds through the paces, and actually managed to find one that I quite liked. One I would have actually maybe considered buying, to be honest. Think it was the Rum Nation Jamaica 25 year old. Apparently it only takes rum about 25 years or so in the barrel to reach a point where I find it quaffable. Hey…whatever works. So long’s we get there in the end, right?
This month we didn’t have a tale to speak of. We had about a dozen and a half. Lance’s pick, ‘Ways Of Sunlight’, by Samuel Selvon (at one time a UofC writer-in-residence, interestingly enough), was a neat little collection of tales that took us into a completely new cultural vantage. Very cool stuff. While not exactly intellectually groundbreaking or anything, this quirky depiction of Caribbean life was broken into two sections, the first, entitled ‘Trinidad’, provided a peek into days gone by in this poor Southern nation. The second section, ‘London’, provided a neat counterpoint in transposing character types (and possibly some of the same characters?) from part one into the urban sprawl of London, England.
Quite an enjoyable read, really. Think Hemingway in the tropics and you’ll be close.
Good pick, Lance. Thanks for taking us on another journey. Insightful. I mean that on more levels than one.
Randoms: Curt liked a rum (RN 25 Jamaica) … and drank no whisky … wingman duties … what’s your house number? … “oh baby…you gonna have such good mangoes” … Lance brings the spice … four man crew