Inspiration usually comes by chance. If it was just a matter of sitting down and thinking about it a bit, well, then we never would have had the likes of the AMC Pacer. Or "Hillary Clinton for President". Or the whole entire field of post office blogging. No, instead we depend upon chance circumstances throwing together enough random events in such a way that a truly talented person will sit back and go, "Shee-it. Now there's an idear!"
I am, of course, a man of remarkable, breath-taking talent in this respect. At least, if I haven't been drinking too much in an effort to force inspiration. Drinking is a poor substitute for inspiration, and perhaps had a role in the afore-mentioned AMC Pacer and Hillary campaign, though I happen to know for a fact it was uninvolved in the birth of post office blogging. No, I have no idea what is responsible for visiting that abomination upon us.
So, I'm sitting there at a local restaurant with Rico and couple other folks from work waiting for lunch to arrive, and we're talking about drinking on account of them having a big sign up by the entrance advertising their new drink of the month - The Tiramisu Martini - which upon seeing that all I could think was "fuuuuuu$%, I bet that's a horrible drink."
We're discussing the finer point of drinking, including a long argument about whether there is a difference between "straight" and "straight up" (there is) and how it makes no damned sense at all to order a vodka martini "straight up", except Rico, being the argumentative type, is arguing that there is no difference, when out of the blue one of the other people asks, "Hey, is MoodyT still eating vegetarian?" (A hobby MoodyT started roughly last week to try to break the winter dooldrums.)
Rico stops his futile attempt at winning an argument about drinking with me long enough to say, "Yeah, I think he is."
I add, "Luckily, there are very few liquors that are meat-based, so it hasn't been that hard."
This immediately spun into a discussion of whether anyone could think of any mixed drink that had a meat product in it. None of us could. And no, Rhonda, I don't consider beer brats to be a drink with meat in it. I consider it a meat with a drink in it.
I proffered that I bet if you wrapped prosciutto around a big, fat olive in a dry martini, it'd be fabulous.
Now, of course, I need to send The Mrs. to the store for some prosciutto.