I don't know why I want to be a whiskey drinker but I do. Maybe it's the 1/4 of my genes that originated from Gaelic Country screaming for attention. Whisky comes from a Gaelic word meaning "water of life." Who wouldn't want to drink the water of life? Although I think I may need a new glass to live up to it's definition. I'm thinking the holy grail from The Last Crusade.
Thankfully my parents were not whisky drinkers so I didn't have any bad experiences as a teenager. My first real taste of whiskey came from my boyfriend offering me a sip of apple juice. Hilarious, yes. Tasty, no. Since that first experience 5 years ago I have been slowly sipping whiskey.
Like all of us I have been attaining tastes my whole life. I acquired my taste for beer through a lot of hard work. I started at the bottom with kegs and kegs of natural light. My participation in rugby facilitated my love of beer. It is tradition for the home team to throw a party after the game for the visitors. These gatherings involved many boat races, flippy cups and rugby songs. All of which are very fun and require a lot of beer. Today I am certified beer snob with a city that supports my snobbery.
My taste for tea was acquire from a visit to a friend's tea garden in India. My love of coffee was realized while living in Costa Rica for 3 months. I would love to visit Ireland or Scotland, but I don't think that is in the cards anytime soon.
I guess I will have to continue spending time with Pappy in Chicago. I have learned that one classic ice cube (a perfect square) is Pappy's best friend. I think kissing whiskey by a fire may accelerate my enjoyment of whisky, but that will have to wait until this winter.