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One of my most favorite drinks in the whole wide world is Bailey’s Irish Cream Liqueur. I discovered it about 10 years ago while at a family event. I was immediately hooked on it and coffee has never been the same since. Soon however I realized that this not-so-frequent obsession would cost me $20/bottle. Yeeeesh!! So I set out on a quest to find a less expensive alternative. What I came up with (after finding several recipes) was a concoction that I thought was pretty dang good. Not exactly the same as Bailey’s but just as good if not better – I’m bias.
Let’s quit wasting time with pillow talk and dive right in:
- Sweetened condensed milk – 14oz
- Evaporated milk – 12oz
- Egg – 1
- Hershey’s Syrup – variable
- Evan Williams – use the 12oz can from the evaporated milk
Go ahead and crack open that egg in your mixing bowl and get it nice and whipped up (correct way to say that?) like you were gonna make scrambled eggs. Now get that condensed milk and evaporated milk opened and dump that in with the egg. No…really, I mean it. Here’s where it gets weird…take the evaporated milk can and fill it up sort of to the top with the Evan Williams whiskey and then dump that into the mixing bowl.
Now comes the fun part. Grab the Hershey’s syrup. This is the “variable” of the recipe…ok, let’s be honest, the whole thing is variable. Anyways, I usually squeeze the bottle for about 3 seconds, give or take. Too much chocolate can be a bad thing in this case. Once you’ve done this, grab your favorite whipper and take care of the mixture. Be careful not to go too fast or whip too much…we’re dealing with milk afterall…you’re not looking for curdled liqueur are you? You should end up with a nice smooth, creamy mixture at this point.
Voila…you’re done. Bottle and distribute as necessary. Keep in mind, THIS HAS TO BE KEPT REFRIGERATED. Don’t say I didn’t warn you or tell you later when you get sick because you didn’t listen. THIS HAS TO BE KEPT REFRIGERATED. Have a great holiday everyone and enjoy your beverages.
As I make my way through the generational gaps, pillaging the years away, I find more and more that I have “consistent mannerisms”. Meaning, I fall into a rut and my fat ole butt is used to doing certain things. One particular such case is that I will purposely wake up in the morning at 5am, just so I can be alone. That doesn’t sound logical when I say it out loud. The point is, I enjoy the serenity of sitting at my desk while the sun is barely peeking over the old industrial train track bridge along Hwy 370. I sip on my coffee, cross my legs (like old men do), and use one hand to navigate my way through the morning interwebz.
I steered off course here. The point is, this morning, during my “old man time”, I was playing around with my screen saver options on the MacBook Pro. There is a default randomizer for your iPhoto pictures so I chose it and hit test. Since I have an external monitor that I display on as a secondary window, the randomizer chose 2 different pictures and alternated fading in and out. As I watched the pictures slowly scroll across my pixels, I began to get emotional. So many different images of just amazing events in my life from the last year or so. I saw one of Dylen’s surgery. I saw one of me and Don Head. I saw one from our summer road trip and I saw one of me and an ex-girlfriend. Very random moments. And I thought to myself, amidst all the stress of work and day to day life issues, I’m pretty lucky. I have much to be grateful for and the reality of it is…even when I think I have nothing, I really have it all.
Here’s a few random moments that I enjoyed this morning.
I thought it was odd that I checked in at the American Airlines counter and got no assigned seating. They said it wasn’t available but they would have it prior to boarding. I dismissed it; surely my trip to New York wouldn’t start out with a bad flight.
When I got to my gate, I checked in again at the boarding counter. The agent told me everything would be fine and just to hang out. So I did. And I did. Oh, and then I waited some more. Then they boarded. And boarded some more. Finally, the agent called my name and assigned me a seat…in the very last row. Great. Awesome. Right by the bathroom. He said “Oh and if some lady’s baby is sitting in your seat, tell her that’s your seat. The baby has to sit on her lap.” This didn’t have the words ‘happy ending’ written anywhere on it.
As I sat down, the woman was sitting with the baby boy (maybe 10-12 months old) bouncing on her lap…screaming….and crying. The woman’s 12ish year old daughter sat in the other seat. I took my seat and attempted to ignore the situation. I thought if it were me traveling with one my girls as a baby, I’d hope people would have patience with me.
I checked the weather prior to lifting off and saw that NYC was having some rainy weather. My coworker also texted me and said there were high winds in the area. The plane took off about 20 minutes late; not exactly sure why though. I had my doubts on the comfort of the flight with the screaming baby next to me, but after about 45 minutes in the air, he finally fell asleep. I focused on my movie on the MacBook Pro and everything was fine.
Then, it happened. <queue suspense music> All at once, the plane dropped, hard. I saw heads suddenly go up out of their seats and felt my whole body raise. With that, the eminent seat belt light came on and the familiar radio voice came over the loud speaker suggesting we buckle up for a bumpy ride.
I’ve had my fair share of turbulent rides on the airplane, but this one takes the cake. Over the next 20 minutes, it seemed like we went from plane to roller coaster. My stomach is not particularly weak, however I soon found out that the 12ish year old girl next to me, was not as lucky. She did her best to jump over me and dart into the bathroom. Clearly, by the sounds I heard, she was giving birth to a gallon of toxic spew. The flight attendant helped her out of the bathroom and back to her seat (since she wasn’t supposed to get up in the first place). The attendant gave her a big plastic bag and said it would be better than the paper bag in the seat pocket. I agreed since it was bigger. A few minutes later, the woman in front of me was exhibiting the same signs as the young girl and requested one of the bigger plastic barf bags. 3 minutes after her, the woman 3 rows in front of me, jumped on the bandwagon for the puke parade. I know what you’re thinking, “Wow, 3 people puking around you…that’s gross. What did you do?” Well, what could I do? And then it happened…the baby’s head starting spinning and pea soup came shooting out, but not into a bag. “Are we there yet!!??” crossed my mind but I chose restraint instead. The plane landed a few minutes later. I’m sure you wish there was more to this tale, but I’m happy to report there’s not. Isn’t that enough? You people are sick.
The other night, myself and @ibeemi (Emily) went out for awhile. Dinner at Fridays, Apple Store at West County, hoosier hunting at Wal-Mart, Mill Stream, an exclusive Gentlemen’s Club in St. Charles, and then finally back to Mill Stream. It was a rather eventful evening, and most fun!
While at the Apple Store though, we made a quick video. Wouldn’t ya know it though….the damn mic was turned off on the particular iMac we were using. So while the video is mildly humorous, you can’t hear a dang thing. Enjoy.
Since the holidays are right around the corner and I’m sure you’ll all be getting me something, I figured I’d throw out my list to you so that you’re shopping is a wee bit easier. You’re welcome. I’m thoughtful like that. Don’t feel like you have to wrap these presents either. I’m ok with just the store wrapper/box. No card is necessary either. Just be sure to email/tweet/RT/FB/IM me so that I can have my assistant send out the appropriate thank you’s. Let’s get started shall we.
- North Face Black Power Stretch Gloves (size L)
- Vizio 37″ 1080p Full HD LCD TV
- Seagate 1TB FreeAgent Desk USB Hard Drive
- Luminox 3005 Seal On Dial Dive Watch
- Apple 32GB iPhone 3GS (Black)
- SanDisk Cruzer 32GB Flash Drive
- XBox 360 Elite 120 Holiday Bundle
- Acer 24″ LCD Monitor 1920×1080
- 2GB Corsair DDR2 667 (PC2 5300) Memory – Qty. 2
This is all I could think of off the top of my head, but I’ll add more as I think of them.
On a weekly basis I’m looking for things to do with my kids on the weekend. Sometimes, things seem to drop in my calendar and other times, I find the most obscure random events going on. However, this weekend was kind of a no-brainer because now that we’re in full autumn swing, the fruit orchards are harvesting. Apple picking is not only a fun thing to do on a Sunday afternoon…but it’s even more fun when you can do it with your family and friends.
On Sunday, October 4th, 2009, I will be taking my girls to Eckert’s Farm in Belleville, IL for some good ole country fun. Everyone is invited to join us as this will be a peak time for picking Golden Delicious and Red Delicious apples. Eckert’s charges $1.59/lb for their apples but it’s worth every penny!
We’ll meet at 2:00pm at the country store. The weather is slated to be beautiful so I hope to see all my friends there.
Be sure to follow Eckert’s on Twitter and let them know you’re coming and supporting our local economy. If you decide to retweet this event, be sure to use the hashtag #STLAppleTweetup.
Eckert’s Farm is located at:
951 S. Green Mount Road
Belleville, IL 62220
This past weekend during my daughter’s birthday party, a few of us adults were sitting around in the living room while all the kids played. Somehow my social media life became a topic of conversation. It’s been a long standing joke in my family that I’m much too open with my life. My brother took this opportunity to poke fun at it with his jokes of satire.
It’s true though. I’m sometimes much too open for my own good and some day it may even catch up with me. My thought process for this however is that I’m a good guy (in my own mind). I don’t do drugs, I’m not a troublemaker, I think I’m a good father to my children, I try to respect people at all costs even when their opinions differ, and I generally have a good disposition about life. If I was anything less than these things, then maybe I’d be worried. But the truth is, I have nothing to hide. I make no attempts at hiding much of anything in my life, including my political views, my handguns, and Christian beliefs.
To further my vulnerability, I’ve decided to talk about my latest life drama. I have been divorced for nearly 2.5 years now. I have custodial rights for my children and have them 67% of the time. I chose not to take child support from my ex-wife. Financially for me, this has proven to be overwhelming since the daycare bills alone equal more than $800/month. I make a descent wage for the career I’m in but at the end of the month, there’s not a whole lot left over.
Over the past few years I’ve also worked at whittling away debt and have done very well at it. I finally came to a point though where I needed help. Rather than put myself in a situation where debt would overrun my life or I became so late on bills that I’d start having things shut off, I decided to swallow my pride. I talked with my parents initially to ask for their opinions on what I could do. Of course the option of getting a 2nd job came up but given that I only have a few weekday nights of solitude, working a $7/hr job for 10-12 hours a week didn’t seem like it would cut it. The final option was for me to move in with my parents; an idea that I was not very comfortable with since I’m 33 years old. After a week of contemplating and deep thought, I decided to give in. After all, my pride is not nearly as valuable to me as the welfare of my children.
I’m working hard on a promotion at work and with any luck, by the end of the year or even the beginning of 2010, I’ll land the gig and my monthly income will grow; thus allowing me to substantiate a more fruitful and vibrant lifestyle for my children. I keep telling myself this is a temporary situation. I’m embarrassed to talk about it, but when I do, people are generally ok with it.
My parents have been nothing but nice to me. They respect my privacy and have given me enormous amounts of love. I am truly blessed to be their son. My bedroom is essentially the dining room for the time being but I’m ok with it. It’s helping me to make sure my family is taken care of. While it would hinder any kind of dating relationship I ever get into, I hope that a woman will be able to see past “living with my parents” and realize that I’m not doing it out of laziness but rather for the safety and well being of my children. If a woman DID have a problem with it, then reevaluation would surely see me walking out of that relationship.