It feels like the vestibular nerve damage I had last year is re-exerting itself, or by horrific coincidence happening anew.
Some cosmic force out there must truly loathe me.
Bene vīvite.
It feels like the vestibular nerve damage I had last year is re-exerting itself, or by horrific coincidence happening anew.
Some cosmic force out there must truly loathe me.
Bene vīvite.
Once up on a time, the Wizard of Health proclaimed, “With a wave of my wand, you will fall ill once more.”
“But this would be the third time in as many months,” I replied. “Can something different than that happen instead?”
“No,” said the wizard.
Bene vīvite.
Many congratulations to my good friend (and former DoD colleague / fellow author) Shauna Scheets and her veteran husband Will, who debuted the first commercial product of their meadery, Mythic Mead, yesterday at Boise’s North End Organic Nursery.
It’s a very Idaho-appropriate huckleberry mead, awesomely entitled “Huck Me.” I’ve had the pleasure of sampling both test batches and the finished product, and let me tell you, it’s positively delightful. It’s also as pure as you can get, utilizing no shortcut sulfites or added sugars and syrups – just water, honey, berries, and the yeast to ferment it, all locally sourced.
Mead, for anyone unaware, is essentially a wine made with honey instead of grapes. Though it’s a drink that’s been around for a long time (picture the iconic viking tossing back a horn), Mythic Mead has the distinction of being the first licensed meadery in Idaho. Exciting stuff!
If you’re in the Treasure Valley area, look for it in local retailers as it continues trickling out to shops (and it never hurts to ask your favorite place to stock it!). If you’re elsewhere in the U.S., and don’t want to wait for wider distribution, you can even order online!
If you’re a fan of sweet wines and get the chance, I encourage you to give it a try.
Take a sip of Mythic Mead, and savor the legend.
Bene ēdite.
Good gravy, this thing is unpleasant, and not in an easily definable way.
It’s the sort of thing that makes me feel like I should apologize to the world, on behalf of the world, for its existence.
But at the same time, sadistically inflict the knowledge of its existence upon others.
Sorry.
Gah.
Bene vīvite.