Whiskey, whiskey......

sometimes it's the only answer to the day.....

Whiskey has never been my drink. Probably because it was the very first alcohol I experimented with as a kid. In a 60's household where the patriarch is Irish--that's what you had--whiskey. It tasted lousy in my mouth, burned my throat, scalded my entire digestive system and completely fire bombed my stomach. After that...I was off the stuff. No more sneaking my dad's stash.
Haven't touched the stuff since I swigged it on my basement steps. Until last night.

Yesterday was just one of those days. Oh hell....the past few days have those kinda days.
I won't bore you with the details.
Let's get back to talking whiskey....

Last night, when I finally let myself sit down, I found myself needing a little something. I didn't want wine and I didn't want gin. You know it's a very different kind of day when I say wine or gin wouldn't do. I wanted something soothing and comforting....something that went straight to my soul.....the place where I needed it most. As I pondered my choices, I began flipping through magazines. Within moments--it was as if the magazine gods knew exactly what I needed and understood the urgency of my plight. Because without much flipping.....there it was--page 168--Rachael Ray Magazine....Fran Drescher's Green Tea Hot Toddy

Stir 1 tablespoon of honey into 3/4 cup of hot brewed green tea to melt. Stir in 1/4 cup of whiskey and garnish with a lemon.

I never knew how amazing a hot night cap and be. Until last night.