Not “at the moment”, but last night mrs.caress and I decided to take advantage of a Buy-One-Get-One-Free offer from Pizza Hut. I had the Vegetable Sizzler - basically jalapenos and onions with extra jalapenos - and it was bloody lovely. I love hot stuff anyway so the humble jalapeno holds no fear at all. Indeed, I gave my pizza a drizzle of habanero sauce to give it a little power-up, so to speak. Beautiful.
Now though, my bumhole is screaming at me like a trapped pig. And there appears to be some sort of tractor beam stopping me from moving further than ten metres away from the toilet.
Unlike Pacificador, I’m no whisky or whiskey drinker (the Irish add an ‘e’, as Americans do over Canadian liquors?), but I’m ok with Jameson’s (Irish) Whiskey, which doesn’t seem as harsh as it’s Scottish counterparts as it isn’t peat-smoked. Some of those Scotches are undrinkable to me.
Anyway on with the smoked and the spirits… and Kipper-Dave was in the pub a couple of days ago with these… "marinated in spiced brine, molasses and rum, smoke roasted with smouldering oak shavings.
The best smoked salmon I’ve ever tasted :). I bought two intending to freeze one - but it ain’t gonna happen!
