Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Pik street and drinks like cousins

Last weekend I subbed in on a trip for a pregnant colleague to Estonia. I must report that it is rather bleak over there (sorry Will).

We did manage to find a humorous street sign (see below Danish speakers), and later on Saturday night we had a talk to a little drink that has an unpronounceable name, but the descriptor is memorable: it's like kissing your cousin; it tastes good, but you know it's wrong.

Otherwise I've got a stomach bug and therefore have had my face down the toilet for the last 24 hours. I must clean the toilets in our apartment. . .

Monday, May 12, 2008

Cheap Vodka and Kitty

On Saturday night I was part of a scientific experiment. I wanted to see if a technique that I had read about in an article on Dave Arnold (a moleular gastronomy prime mover) had legs. The hypothesis was that cheap vodka would taste better if poured a few times through a coal filter.

I bought a coal filter at Clas Ohlssons, some cheap vodka in Denmark and invited Renzo over (as a guinea pig). We poured the vodka through the filter and noticed a faint discolouration that became more pronounced with the next filtering. I made a martini out of it. I took a careful sip, but when Renzo refused to drink the grey martini, I also backed out. . . afterall he is a chemist.

Although we might not have drunken much of the carbon filtered vodka martini, we did notice some subtle behavioural changes and the evening wound up in a late morning in the corner bar of KB with Kitty Jutbring djing (at least I think it was her).

Kitty has really good taste in music, and I really don't know why she is involved in that crap-ahh-I-think-my-sisters-friends-cat-is-gay-but-what-should-I-do-about-it-television.