idle hands and down time

I've got some, it's true, and it's making me a little bit crazy, but not nearly as crazy as, say, not working at all, which is how I spent my last week after a few things fell through. I've been wrestling with being under-stimulated and generally being in one place from day to day. It's not going so well, but somehow with rather spectacular results. I've been gardening like a bastard, and decided to harvest and dry some of the herbs that had been threatening to overtake the back half of the house. Take that. In the event of the looming apocalypse, I've got us all covered for Rosemary, Mint, Cilantro and Parsley.






















I also decided to make some garlic and herb olive oil from aforementioned herbs.






















Get some (in 2 to 3 weeks).






















And then came the bacon infused bourbon. I found a recipe here, and ran with it. It's all pretty simple, and unless you've got more than five years of sobriety under your belt you'd be a fool not to try it.






















Fry bacon....






















Procure bourbon (I prefer Trader Joe's $10 'Rebel Yell' mostly because it's $10, but also because it's called 'Rebel Yell), and cheesecloth (which has very little to do with cheese).






















Decant (that means pour into a thing, right?) bourbon.






















Mix with bacon grease/drippings/pig sweat.






















Let it all settle, put it in the freezer for a few hours until all the fat separates. Spoon out said fat, filter the bourbon through the cheesecloth, and then shazam...






















Success!






















and cheers....






















Just about there, but I wanted to make some meatballs and sauce to go with the bourbon and olive oil.






















Oh, and some peanut butter cookies just because. And then I slept for 3 days and woke up not knowing where I was or why I smelled so strongly of garlic. The I remembered that I'm a crafty little fucker when I want to be.