I got an email from a friend who, after reading my last Carlye piece (https://athingirl.com/2016/02/19/, questioned my choice to drink whiskey. “I can’t believe you drink it,” she said.
“I can’t believe you’re taking the time to ask me about it.”
Since I was a kid, whiskey, brandy, wine, port, were all used medicinally. My Polish grandmother, when I’d get my period with painful cramps, would give me a thimble full of blackberry brandy to make me sleep, always waking completely recovered.
My Italian grandmother swore by a shot of Seagrams 7 in a cup of hot water laced with lemon and honey, to combat a fever or cold. It made you sweat it out chasing the devil away, she’d say, who never failed to run.
So when I ducked into Bemelmans after getting caught in the rain, ordering a Jameson to restore myself felt mighty natural. The way it filters through your bones is like having a coat thrown over you from the inside.
I felt my grandmothers sweeping across the room in their respective aprons smiling their wise, knowing smiles.
Quite often old is best since she still holds her place in rooted memory.
Jameson Irish Whiskey…the original Irish flu shot.