Maritime Snow storm season has officially begun.
We have been lucky until now in that there has really only been one decent snow storm and a couple lil'er ones since December, but this weekend was predicting a doozie.
Frankie, and for those that might not know Frankie, if you search Frankie MacDonald on You Tube you will be in for a treat. This is the only person I get my weather from, he shoots from the hip and recommends stocking up on chips before any impending weather bomb. How could you go wrong with professional advice like that.
So with the workouts in the books, the weather starting to roll in and a possible work commitment lined up for Sunday it was a perfect time for a #cigarSaturday.
Now as I completely blew the budget last week on the Longmorn 16 it was time to dip back into the scotch cabinet to revisit an old friend. Winking at me from the back was my bottle of Yamazaki Single Malt that my brother had sent me a Christmas or so ago.
On my mothers recent trip to Japan, she had returned with some presents, one of which was a glass that my she and my brother had picked out with the specific purpose of drinking scotch out of for my #cigarSundays.
It came in its own satin lined wooden box, and is probably one of the coolest glasses I have ever seen. Not wanting it to get put into the regular glass rotation and used for like grape juice or something, I hid this box away so that no harm would come to it. In doing so I hid it so well I couldnt find it when it was time to break it out for a following #cigarSunday.
So for the last few months his stylish glass remained in its top secret hiding place, like an Oak Island treasure waiting to be unearthed.
Okay maybe that was a little too dramatic in that the box was tucked behind a serving tray on top of the dish cabinet, but, hey look at that, I found it!
Finally the match that was meant to be, my Yamazaki in a glass made in its homeland. Not that the glass made the scotch taste any different, but it just felt right. The cigar I selected was my go to Don Thomas Corona. I chose this for one reason only, the other cigar I had on hand would take longer to smoke, and as weather conditions were not super awesome, I wanted something that would not overpower the lighter notes of the scotch but also put me in the snow and wind longer then a typical #cigarSaturday would.
I bundled myself up in a few layers including my cigar sweater, hoodie and snowpants and boots, had to do the obligatory, forgot to pee, take everything off, pee and put everything back on again, and then off I went into the beginnings of what would end up being a above average snow dumping by the time it was said and done Sunday.
When the wind died down it was actually not too shabby out for mid January in the maritimes. My pairing was very good, both the mild flavors of the scotch and cigar worked well together, and the dusting of snow blowing this way and that was fun to watch. Some words to the departed and thinking about how awesome this would be from the seat in a hot tub instead of an old plastic deck chair, and after about 20 minutes it was time to head in.
Now I would never admit that sitting out in a blizzard smoking a cigar contributed to whatever demons decided to set up shop in my body Sunday evening, followed by them doing everything they could to take everything inside my body and bring it out in a multitude of different forms.
I have never encountered 'sour burps, belly" before, and I hope never to have it again! For those of you that may suffer from this on a regular basis you have my deepest sympathy. It felt and tasted like every burp i had was made up of spoiled egg, and rancid orange juice. These belches were not only causing me to get nauseous, but filling my house with the an oder that really defies description, save to say it was foul, most most foul.
It would also not stop at escaping through one exit point but had others join the party.
Being awake, I had ample time to review what causes this condition online.
Basically everything I had eaten and drank in the last 24 hours contributes to this condition.
I have not really been sick at all this cold/flu season so I think i was due.
Luckily, after about 4-5 glasses of baking soda/water glasses, and some pepto chewables, the great gas escape of 2016 was over.
I want to say that I will try to stay away from the foods and beverages that bring on 'sour burps/belly' but I know that will not be true, however, I will try not to combine them again in such a way that brings about this cyclone of noxious pollutants.
But to be clear, #cigarSaturday not to blame!
Sean "BigBoyRunning" Ryan
We have been lucky until now in that there has really only been one decent snow storm and a couple lil'er ones since December, but this weekend was predicting a doozie.
Frankie, and for those that might not know Frankie, if you search Frankie MacDonald on You Tube you will be in for a treat. This is the only person I get my weather from, he shoots from the hip and recommends stocking up on chips before any impending weather bomb. How could you go wrong with professional advice like that.
So with the workouts in the books, the weather starting to roll in and a possible work commitment lined up for Sunday it was a perfect time for a #cigarSaturday.
Now as I completely blew the budget last week on the Longmorn 16 it was time to dip back into the scotch cabinet to revisit an old friend. Winking at me from the back was my bottle of Yamazaki Single Malt that my brother had sent me a Christmas or so ago.
On my mothers recent trip to Japan, she had returned with some presents, one of which was a glass that my she and my brother had picked out with the specific purpose of drinking scotch out of for my #cigarSundays.
It came in its own satin lined wooden box, and is probably one of the coolest glasses I have ever seen. Not wanting it to get put into the regular glass rotation and used for like grape juice or something, I hid this box away so that no harm would come to it. In doing so I hid it so well I couldnt find it when it was time to break it out for a following #cigarSunday.
So for the last few months his stylish glass remained in its top secret hiding place, like an Oak Island treasure waiting to be unearthed.
Okay maybe that was a little too dramatic in that the box was tucked behind a serving tray on top of the dish cabinet, but, hey look at that, I found it!
Finally the match that was meant to be, my Yamazaki in a glass made in its homeland. Not that the glass made the scotch taste any different, but it just felt right. The cigar I selected was my go to Don Thomas Corona. I chose this for one reason only, the other cigar I had on hand would take longer to smoke, and as weather conditions were not super awesome, I wanted something that would not overpower the lighter notes of the scotch but also put me in the snow and wind longer then a typical #cigarSaturday would.
I bundled myself up in a few layers including my cigar sweater, hoodie and snowpants and boots, had to do the obligatory, forgot to pee, take everything off, pee and put everything back on again, and then off I went into the beginnings of what would end up being a above average snow dumping by the time it was said and done Sunday.
When the wind died down it was actually not too shabby out for mid January in the maritimes. My pairing was very good, both the mild flavors of the scotch and cigar worked well together, and the dusting of snow blowing this way and that was fun to watch. Some words to the departed and thinking about how awesome this would be from the seat in a hot tub instead of an old plastic deck chair, and after about 20 minutes it was time to head in.
Now I would never admit that sitting out in a blizzard smoking a cigar contributed to whatever demons decided to set up shop in my body Sunday evening, followed by them doing everything they could to take everything inside my body and bring it out in a multitude of different forms.
I have never encountered 'sour burps, belly" before, and I hope never to have it again! For those of you that may suffer from this on a regular basis you have my deepest sympathy. It felt and tasted like every burp i had was made up of spoiled egg, and rancid orange juice. These belches were not only causing me to get nauseous, but filling my house with the an oder that really defies description, save to say it was foul, most most foul.
It would also not stop at escaping through one exit point but had others join the party.
Being awake, I had ample time to review what causes this condition online.
Basically everything I had eaten and drank in the last 24 hours contributes to this condition.
I have not really been sick at all this cold/flu season so I think i was due.
Luckily, after about 4-5 glasses of baking soda/water glasses, and some pepto chewables, the great gas escape of 2016 was over.
I want to say that I will try to stay away from the foods and beverages that bring on 'sour burps/belly' but I know that will not be true, however, I will try not to combine them again in such a way that brings about this cyclone of noxious pollutants.
But to be clear, #cigarSaturday not to blame!
Sean "BigBoyRunning" Ryan
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