It’s the first payday weekend of the year and you can hear a collective sigh country-wide as everyone finally has a bit of cash in their pockets. With most of us getting paid prior to Christmas it felt like a long old month, but all of that’s in the past now and if you’re planning to spend some dollahhhhs this weekend and treat yourself to a night on the town DO I HAVE A RECOMMENDATION FOR YOU.
As I touched on in my post the other day, the whole ‘New Year, New Me’ isn’t something I’m carrying in my mind as we march steadily into 2018. Sure, I want to improve and streamline my life, but I can’t help but feel that entering a new year with a I’m-not-quite-good-enough mentality won’t do me any good. So, I’m not doing it – it’s more important to learn to love myself than it is for me to squeeze my backside into a size 8 pair of jeans again.
Earlier this year, I spent a week in Italy with our friends as one of the couples in our little gang was getting married. Whilst there we indulged ourselves in all things Italian – in fact, over the course of our 5 day stay I ate 4 pizzas. If that isn’t doing Italy right, I don’t know what is.
As well as sight-seeing and carb-loading, we also made sure to drink local beers and wines, and every meal was finished with a palate-cleansing shot of Limoncello. Ice cold and sharp, it’s the perfect way to refresh your taste buds and settle your stomach after over-filling it, as we did every single night.
Back on British soil, Limoncello has continued to be a common theme in our group, and no gathering is complete until we’ve held our glasses high, toasted our friendship and knocked back a shot of it. It’s become a bit of a staple in our cupboards, ready for any get-together.
On our first full day in Amsterdam with ClinkNOORD, we were treated to a full schedule of fun (which I’ll tell you all about tomorrow), and told that they would be providing us with dinner, but that there would be a twist to it.
We spent our day pondering what it could be, throwing ideas around which ranged from it being an entirely raw meal to something a bit more Henry VIII and a banquet with wine and mounted animals heads for décor. As you can tell, we had not a clue what to expect.
It’s only in the last year or so that I’ve discovered a taste for gin, having been educated in its merits by my two good friends, Sian and Dan, who are big fans of the stuff and the proud owners of a Gin Shelf in their house that rivals some of the best bars I’ve been to!
Previous to this alcohol awakening of mine, a G&T would never have passed my lips. On nights out, if a friend ordered one I would take a tentative sip in the hope that it would be the turning point for my taste buds, but it just never happened.
However, having learnt a bit more about the spirit, I’ve dabbled a little in trying some of the various different blends you can get (and boy are there a lot of them!) and I’ve now got to a point where I can definitely say I am a lover of some gins, but not quite all.