Discussing frozen desserts on a romantic holiday

To celebrate Valentine's Day J and I decided that, instead of getting a reservation somewhere and potentially feeling crowded and rushed, we'd stay home and make some great food, like fettuccine alfredo (from scratch, damnit) and little gooey chocolate cakes for dessert. That's right, it was very gourmet in this house last night. Sort of. We started the night with a cocktail J found online (if you want to make fun of us for getting cocktail recipes off the Food Network website, try one of these, and then see how you feel). Upon making our second round of drinks, J started eating the sorbet necessary in the recipe right out of the container, and exclaiming, "I love sorbet!" Somehow, as sometimes happens when you are drinking sparkling wine infused with vodka, we ended up discussing the issue further, and J, completely confused, stopped the conversation to ask, "Wait a second, what's the difference between sorbet and sherbert? Aren't they the same thing?" He went on to explain that he'd always thought sherbet and sorbet weren't only the same thing, but where the same word. And that FANCY people pronounced "sherbet" like "sorbet."

"What??" I asked. "You thought what?" I told him this very much reminded me of the time we talked about wet nurses - how he thought wet nurses are nice women who give old people baths. In any case, it was another lesson learned, and the most important thing is that everything was delicious and we had a great night together, just hanging out and laughing and making a total, complete mess of the kitchen.

Belated Happy Valentine's Day to all my favorite blog readers!

And then that we got drunk

If there's one thing people aren't going to pass up, it's getting a few freshly brewed beers for free in the middle of the day. And that's what the Carolina Brewing Company tour is all about. Well, and also learning about how their beer is made. Yeah, come to think of it, that's what the tour is actually all about. But during the course of this tour - which everyone who lives here in North Carolina should experience by the way - the owners of the brewery serve their excellent beers to anyone who wants to try them and that just so happens to be most people on the tour. Take me and my friends who went on the tour this past Saturday. We were totally up for trying some beer: By the beer vat, ah that vat!

To celebrate my friend Sherry's birthday (the girl all the way on the right, the one who looks totally pumped to be enjoying some seasonal barleywine) we decided to head out to Holly Springs, about half an hour away, and go on the Carolina Brewing Company tour, which happens every Saturday at 1 p.m. At about 12:45 p.m. the nice guys who own the place turn on the taps and serve all the people who come to take the tour their choice of beer and I don't mean like a sip of beer so you can "taste" it and be on your way, I mean a full pint of beer, so you can drink it, goddamnit.

At a certain point during the tour, in fact, I decided it might be a good idea to take a picture of what remained of my current pint of beer.

That there is the inside of my beer glass

My friends and I have gone to this tour several times over the years we've all lived here and it's never a disappointment. Never. Good beer in the middle of the day never is. Note the change in attitude in the pictures below.

From uptight microbiologists...

Before they loosened up

...to wacky kids who love life!

Close up, real close

Happy to be alive

Here's one of Jess with her eyes closed:

Jess, eyes firmly shut

But honestly I don't want to downplay the educational aspect of the experience. The guys who run the place are pretty much heroes of mine. They had a dream and went for it and now they own their own successful brewery and when you're there, listening to their story, half-drunk on your second beer (because really, it doesn't take too much at 1 p.m.) you get inspired. And then sometimes you talk to strangers. And then sometimes you get really, really hungry, so thank God there is a Taco Bell on the way home.