Thursday, April 12, 2012
Why yes, in point of fact I do only chill my bourbon with hailstones formed at 65,000 feet deep within the swirling updraft of a tornadic, violently raging southern plains thunderstorm.
Doesn't everyone of appropriately good taste and sophistication?
In fact, I think that's my new career. I'm going to buy a refrigerated truck and follow the plains storm season from south to north collecting hail, which I will then clean, package and sell to the One Percent as an exclusive, high-end premium drink ice.
Beats the hell outta writing for a living. Literally and figuratively...
*And in case you're wondering, hailstone-chilled bourbon isn't bad. Not bad at all. I might be on to something here...
Posted by Chad Love at 9:50 AM