A Toast To St. Tammany

American Incognitum
Irish Elk

Celebrate today's feast day of the patron saint of early America with an intoxicating concoction:

The Tammany Cocktail

Mixmaster Old Dominion Tory 

offers this recipe:

1 jigger Mount Gay Rum

1 jigger Dark Rum (e.g., Black Seal)

1 T Fresh Lemon Juice

1 T Fresh Lime Juice

Dash of sweet vermouth

1. Fill cocktail shaker with ice

2. Add ingredients. 

Shake vigorously and 

pour into a chilled cocktail glass. 

Stir with a walrus tusk.

3. Variation -- Top with Ginger Beer 

I do believe I have my walrus tusk lying around somewhere. Cheers!

Song For St. Tammany's Day

Of Andrew, of Patrick, of David, and George, 

      What mighty achievements we hear! 

While no one relates great Tammany's feats, 

Although more heroic by far, my brave boys, 

      Although more heroic by far. 

These heroes fought only as fancy inspired, 

        As by their own stories we find; 

Whilst Tammany, he fought only to free 

From cruel oppression mankind, my brave boys, 

        From cruel oppression mankind. 

When our country was young and our numbers were few 

        To our fathers his friendship was shown, 

(For he e'er would oppose whom he took for his foes,) 

And he made our misfortunes his own, my brave boys, 

        And he made our misfortunes his own. 

At length, growing old and quite worn out with years, 

        As history doth truly proclaim, 

His wigwam was fired, he nobly expired, 

And flew to the skies in a flame, my brave boys, 

        And flew to the skies in a flame.

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Comments

[MCNS]

Mrs P, I've found them -- my old walrus tusks! They were indeed in my mom's barn, and need a good dusting. But I do have an extra one if you need a stirrer.

[Mrs. Peperium]

Elk,thanks. Yes. Do you know what you picture made me remember?

One day -- a Saturday-- I was shopping on Newbury Street with a friend near Clarendon- used to be great dress shops there -- and this whomping - yes whomping -Mercedes starts honking at me and the person in the passenger seat is going nuts waving. I lift up my Ray Bans to see who it is and it's the very nice receptionist of more mature years -she was probably my current age. So, it turns out as she told me the next Monday the Mercedes was her fiance's car. Then she started telling me about her fiance - about 15-20 years more mature than her - grew up on Beacon Hill, winter villa in Bermuda and forget where summer home was and she met him when she was selling flowers from a pushcart in Quincy Market. She said he had never met anyone so relaxed as her or words to that effect and said for instance, he likes me to play chess with him. I think that's a little boring so yesterday when we were playing, I excused myself and went into the bedroom and came back wearing a Indian feather headdress, a blanket - and puffing on one of his pipes....

I asked what was his response.

She said his eyes were focused on the game but after I sat down, he, without lifting his head reached up and took his pipe from her. After taking a few puffs from it, aking his move on the chess board, he handed her the pipe back.

I walked back to my office with a better understanding as to how a woman gets a whomping Mercedes....

[MCNS]

How, indeed.

[Andrew Cusack]

Bah humbug!

Real New Yorkers are devoted to St. Nicholas!

[Mrs. Peperium]

Cough, cough. Real New Yorkers don't reside in South Africa....