My emotional connection to whisky runs deep on my mother's side of the family, but it wasn't until I started watching "Boardwalk Empire" that I found a connection on my father's side. My paternal grandparents hailed from Philadelphia, and they spent most of their summers in Atlantic City -- I think they even owned an apartment there, and several of my grandmother's relatives lived there. I spent many vacations in Atlantic City in the 70's and formed many memories in this magical place. I learned to tie my shoes, bodysurf, jump on a trampoline, and play ping pong there. I met many cousins, heard my first Beatles album (Abbey Road), saw Star Wars at a drive-in, and was introduced to the best hoagies I've ever tasted in Atlantic City. But my favorite memory of all is the boardwalk itself. My family would rent bicycles and ride from one end of the boardwalk to the other. I would always look forward to seeing the giant Mr. Peanut by the peanut store and smelling the fresh peanut and taffy aroma as we rode by.
This was all before gambling was legalized and casinos started springing up, so there was a family-friendly innocence at that time. I had no idea that Atlantic City flourished during Prohibition in the 20's, and was a major smuggling destination for Canadian whisky:
I will be drinking Canadian Club today in remembrance of what, for me, was the 2nd happiest place on earth--largly built by whisky.
What I consumed yesterday:
● Coffee w/ 2 tsp fiber
● Trader Joes No Iron Multivitamin
● 12 oz Tsingtao beer
● Bamboo Kitchen chicken w/ vegetables (no rice)
● 12oz New Belgium Somersault Ale
● .9 cup Monarch of the Glen 12yr
● Slice bacon
● 7 slices potato w/ cheddar cheese & bacon bits
● 4 Snyder's peanut butter pretzel sandwich
● Coffee w/ .25 cup whiskey
● .25 cup Absinthe Ordinaire
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