Planning trips for next year for this ol boy involves old man "pipes" and eyes throwing darts at a map. Don't mind the misses.
My sons and I are Irish/Scots tipplers. Our chosen malts are a luxury I'd forgotten to include in this. Paired with stories and memories.
My wife's fruitcake didn't turn out this year. You could say it's history, but she's taking it personally. So I didn't joke about it in her company. It is broken up and soaking in yet more Irish as an ode to our distant past, and an effort to salvage what will probably go into my favourite Christmas dessert...trifle. Too bad that can't handle a canoe trip. Now that would be luxury. Ordinarily the fruitcake gets paired with our tipple around the campfire under a blanket of stars. But like all plans, sometimes the misses turn out to be bull's eyes.