The feeling of raw gin if you haven't had anything but water for hours. Your mouth is extraordinarily accepting of the sensation. The initial sting subsides to a tingle, with warmth seeping into your head. In the meantime the scent of juniper is spreading to your nose.
I hold it there.
I've just submitted my paper. Writing started slow, but built up to a 10 hour climax today. I wasn't alone, which helped. It has been a long day. It has been a long week. Managed to use "schism" and "the sound and fury". Scientific writing really shouldn't be sterile. Aggressive writing, however, now deserves a drink. I had too little gin for G&T, so I took it neat. The tingle has become muted by now, less needles and pins, more of a furry warmth.
My gin substitute is Borovička: a small bottle of Slovak juniper brandy carried back from Poprad. It less oily than gin. And this time I have ice.
When I finally swallow, my tongue yearns for more.
A week of awayness, dogs and Devon and things, presents me with an empty fridge. So I wander into the night where I pick oregano and three leaves from my garlic by touch. This joins a finely chopped clove of garlic, olive oil, salt and a squish of lime to dress a barely cooked tagliatelle.
4 comments:
Nice writing...
Thanks - maybe exhaustion helps? :-)
向小善致敬,它使人生旅程較為平順。.............................................
Beautiful post. Maybe the neat gin helped ;-) Schism is a favourite of mine, along with cognitive dissonance which I once slipped into a radio interview on food blogging ;-)
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