This weekend I had an impromptu party at my house with DadOfAllTrades siblings and some of their friends. It was hot as blazes in the backyard and they wanted to make this Hungarian tradition of selena (spelled right? I don't know.) bread. This is made by topping a rye bread slice with chopped peppers, onions and tomatoes. Then one melts selena fat over an open fire and drips it on the bread. Then one salts and peppers the heck out of it and eats the slice in two bites.
Yup, it is gross. But since I am part of the family, I must participate on occasion. I was able to refuse when I was pregnant-both times-because of heartburn that was brutalized by peppers.
But, an otherwise related topic... Well, maybe related in that it happened in the same night...
Because of the heat, there were many adult beverages around. My BIL started making this fruity martini and started just refilling my glass without being asked. And I forgot to get up from talking to drink extra water.
I am sure you see where this is going.
I have not experienced the spins like that since college. And now I remember why I stopped drinking to excess a long time ago. Whoosh, the morning was hard. New vow-do not drink a drink unless I have specifically requested it. Not because I think they were spiked, but because then I can keep better track of how many I had. And, do not drink a martini out of a plastic cup. I think I had doubles, but who knows?
Never again for this old body.
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