Happy Groundhog Day!! With Kindred by Octavia Butler


So, in honour of Groundhog Day I decided to read a book that involved time loops…. but, I couldn’t find one. I’m actually glad that I couldn’t think of one because I wound up finding a book that was on my TBR shelf that had to do with time travel that I had been meaning to read for a while, and right after I started reading it I had Kim over at By Hook or by Book  remind me that it’s Black History Month, so this book was perfect for both! I’m so glad I read it as it was a very powerful and inspiring read. It was a great snowy day to curl up and devour this book because…

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5 out of 5 Stars

“I closed my eyes and saw the children playing their game again. “The ease seemed so frightening,” I said. “Now I see why.”


“The ease. Us, the children… I never realized how easily people could be trained to accept slavery.”

Edana (Dana) Franklin is leading a simple life as an author in 1976 with her husband Kevin when she begins to get pulled into the 1800s with nothing her and Kevin can do to stop it.

“He frowned a little, shook his head. “You vanished.” He seemed to have to force the words out. “You were here until my hand was just a couple of inches from you. Then, suddenly, you were gone. I couldn’t believe it. I just stood there. Then you were back again and on the other side of the room.”

She is being called back to help one of her white ancestors, Rufus Weylin, who happens to be the son of a Plantation owner and an owner of slaves. It is only her that can continue to save his life to keep her timeline safe

“Again, what would have happened if the boy had drowned? Would he have drowned without me? Or would his mother have saved him somehow? Would his father have arrived in time to save him? I must be that one of them would have saved him somehow. His life could not depend on the actions of his unconceived descendant. No matter what I did, he would have to survive to father Hagar, or I could not exist. That made sense.”

When Kevin manages to hold her and follow her in to the past, there is more to worry about than before. It was hard enough staying free when she is a black woman alone in the 1800s, but can she and Kevin survive in this time without it changing their relationship?

“I felt almost as though I really was doing something shameful, happily playing whore for my supposed owner. I went away feeling uncomfortable, vaguely ashamed.”

Also, if Kevin had to be holding Dana to get there… what would happen if they were to be separated and she was called back home?

“Why did you try to stop me from coming?”

“I was afraid for you.”

“For me!”

“At first, I didn’t know why. I just had the feeling you might be hurt trying to come with me. Then when you were here, I realized that you probably couldn’t get back without me. That means if we’re separated, you’re stranded here for years, maybe for good.”

He drew a deep breath and shook his head. “There wouldn’t be anything good about that.”

“Stay close yo me. If I call, come quick.”

This was an amazing and insightful read. They definitely don’t sugar coat the lives of the slaves and they way that they were treated. This book contains scenes of graphic violence, but it’s a very real story of the corruptions of those times. Even the lives of Dana and Kevin in 1976 still had their trials as it tells of the troubles with their families when they were married showing that even 100 years in the future times may not have changed as much as we wished they had…. even looking at the world now. Things will never be perfect, but hopefully we will all never stop learning.

Kindred is Best Served with a Time Warp

time warp

Obviously, it was hard to choose a drink to go with this book as I did not want to seem insensitive to the content of the book. It is a very powerful read, so I went with a lighter fruity drink to help soften the heaviness of the content. I focused on the Time travel aspect of the book as that was the first reason for me choosing to read it, and I am immensely glad that I did.


  • 2ounce melon liqueur
  • 1ounce Coconut Rum
  • 1ounce pineapple juice
  • 1ounce blue curacao
  • 1ounce raspberry cordial (you can get away with grenadine)
  • 2 cherries
  • cracked ice


  1. Shake melon liqueur, coconut rum, pineapple juice and ice then strain into a 5oz cocktail or martini glass.
  2. Add raspberry cordial and blue curacao, garnish with cherry(ies) and serve.
  3. CHEERS!!

On Her Majesty’s Supernatural Secret Service

the rook

4 out of 5 Stars

“Dear You,

The body you are wearing used to be mine. The scar on the inner left thigh is there because I fell out of a tree and impaled my leg at the age of nine. The filling in the far left tooth on the top is a result of my avoiding the dentist for four years. But you probably care little about this body’s past. After all, I’m writing this letter for you to read in the future. Perhaps you are wondering why anyone would do such a thing. The answer is both simple and complicated. The simple answer is because I knew it would be necessary. 

The complicated answer could take a little more time.”

Imagine waking up, in the rain, surrounded by bodies, with no idea who you were. That is what happened to Myfawny (rhymes with Tiffany) Thomas. She has no prior knowledge to her life except from letters that her past self (if it IS her past self!) has written.

“Your main concern will be to master the running and politics of the domestic Checquy forces. You’ll be meeting with and coordinating the teams of Pawns who work in the country and assigning them to various tasks. You will also oversee the management of the Rooney, working closely with Gestalt. 

Oh, that’s going to be fun, Myfawny thought. 

And you meet regularly with the other members of the Court to coordinate the Checquy’s movements. It’s all fairly self-explanatory, really. 

Oh, well thanks an awful lot, Thomas, Myfawny thought bitterly. It sounds like I’m the Defense Minister of Ghosts and Goblins, but as long as the job is ‘all fairly self-explanatory,’ I’ve no doubt it will be fine. The country might be overrun by brownies and talking trees, but what the hell-there’s always Australia! 

Worst yet, there is a betrayer in her midst at the Checquy Group where she works. A Secret Service group of “talented” individuals who come in handy in certain delicate situations.

“So, I supposed you’re wondering all about the Checquy Group. Oh, and please note that it is pronounced Sheck-Eh. French influences, I think. Or possibly warped by generations of employees mispronouncing it.” 

“The Checquy Group is composed of hundreds of individuals. Some are loke me-they possess powers beyond the normal population. The non-powered members are simply the cream of their respective occupational crops.”

Stepping into the person she was, apparently a boring stepped on pencil pusher, doesn’t seem plausible anymore,

“Myfawny grimly contemplated the content of the residences’s wardrobe. Did Thomas wear nothing but black and gray? She asked herself. I mean, there are thirty good-quality suits here, and not a single one with any personality. No skirts cut above the knee, no blouse that isn’t white. 

The new Myfawny steps up to take charge of situations and her own new-found (to her new self) powers of controlling people’s bodies and minds. Taking on Evil Fungi, Grafters and even Dragons.

This was a great read and I can’t wait to continue the series! It took a little while for me to get into, but with thrill around every corner at whether someone will figure out that Myfawny is not herself, or who she can trust, it quickly sucked me in. It was like James Bond meets X-Men (o.k, maybe less James Bond and more Johnny English since she doesn’t QUITE know what she’s doing some of the time)

“” Charming, ” she said, and noticed Shanty looking at her strangely. “Well aside from the massive blanket of fungus covering everything. But if you look beyond that, it’s really not in bad taste.” Shanty carried on staring at her. “Oh, shut up. Do you see any signs of the Barghests?” 

“No,” Shanty said in a stage whisper. She was holding her large pistol in her hand and looking very tense. “What is wrong with you?” Myfawny whispered back. “You look like you expect someone to grab your ass.” 

“I’d be okay with that, as long as it was a personal,” whispered Shantay. “It’s when it’s the decor reaching out to cop a feel that I get nervous.””

All in all a highly recommended read for all of you sucked into the “Super Hero” fad going on in full force out there!

The Rook is Best Served With 

Mind Eraser

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  • 1 ounce vodka
  • 1 ounce coffee liqueur
  • 4 ounces soda water (or enough to top off an old fashioned glass)
  • lime wedge for garnish


  1. Fill an old fashioned glass with ice.
  2. Pour the vodka and coffee liqueur over the ice.
  3. Fill with soda water.
  4. Garnish with a lime wedge and serve with a straw

*The soda is open for interpretation. I like plain soda water, but I have seen this drink served with lemon-lime soda and ginger ale before as well. So pick whatever you think best!!


Spaceballs Meets Futurama With a Pinch of Hitchhiker’s Guide!

starship grifters

5 out of 5 stars

A story of the mis-adventures of Rex Nihilo and his robot companion Sasha narrated by Sasha.

This was SUCH a funny book! One of the best sci-fi books I’ve read for a long time. Narrated by Sasha, who is a robot that is programmed never to lie it is even more funny because her honesty gets Rex in some sticky situations.

Rex Nihilo is an immoral, gambling idiot who thinks he is the most amazing person ever. Every time he opened his mouth all I could hear in my head was Zapp Brannigan from Futurama. He always thinks he’s right and knows the best way to do things, while in the background he has his robot Sasha (his Kif Kroker) as his voice of reason, trying to guide him down a better path to not getting himself killed.

“I inquired about Rex’s plans once we got there. As usual, this was a mistake. Rex had no plans.

“You realize that you’re not going to be able to keep up this ruse.” I said, “A simple I.D check will reveal that you are not Gavin Larvaton. What do you think these rebels will do to you then?”

“You know what your problem is Sasha” Rex said, “you always want to have every little detail worked out in advance.”You’ve got to leave some room for improvisation.”

“My concern sir, is that you’ve given such a wide berth to improvisation that you’ve left no room for planning.”

“You wound me, Sasha.” Rex sniffed. “I’ll have you know that while you’ve been fiddling with dials and whatnot, I’ve worked out the broad outlines of a plan:

Step 1. Scam as much money out of  Princess whats-her-name and this Frenti group as humanly possible.

Step 2. Wreak vengeance on Gavin Larvaton by spreading the rumour that he’s aiding the Rebellion.

Step 3. Take a much needed vacation. Possibly in the Regulian sector.

Steps 1 and 2 won’t necessarily occur in that order by the way. Come to think of it, I might bump up step 3 a couple of notches. Yes, a vacation might be just what we need.

Sasha, plot out a course to the Regulian sector!”

“You forget, sir, that we have no money and, in fact are in hock to the tune of 1.6 billion credits. Also, on board, we have a partisan of the Rebellion.”

“Blast it Sasha! Alright, we’ll do it your way. Let’s hope this princess is obscenely wealthy, and stupid, and gorgeous. In that order.”

The best are the S’Postles (or Space Apostles) which are apparently the Jehova’s Witnesses of space who will seek you out and convert you to the worship of the “Secrets of Space”

“You just won’t believe how hugely, vastly, mind-bogglingly big it is!”

This quote from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy that they threw into the story made me laugh out loud, and the absurd places where the S’Postles show up was great!

I HIGHLY recommend this book to any lovers of “Spaceballs: The Movie”, “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”, “Futurama”, or to anyone who just wants a good laugh.

Starship Grifters is Best Served With

A Rex Nihilo

As told in the story Sasha had put things online to lead people astray when trying to track down Rex Nihilo. He’s a “master hydroponic gardener from Kraan”, “the inventor of the super-sonic can opener”, “OR A DRINK MADE FROM REGULIAN VODKA, PARSNIPS AND TOMATO JUICE”

Ok. So, I couldn’t get the Regulian vodka at such short notice. Lol! So, I had to settle for just plain Vodka.

rex nihlio

Since Sasha isn’t big on the exact details of the drink I had to trial and error my own amounts!

I first juiced my own parsnips!

parsnip juice

Just to give you an idea of how many parsnips to get, this is the juice from 4. It gave me 5 oz of juice, but you really only require 3 oz (5 was a little sweet and not a lot of flavour)


  • 2 oz Vodka (Regulian if you have it!)
  • 3 oz Parsnip Juice
  • Top with Tomato Juice (I cheated a little here after some testing and used V8 to add a little extra nutrition and flavour, if you do go with Original and NOT low sodium. It needs the salt)
  • Added Salt and Pepper (I used Celery Salt… because..LOVE!)


  1. Add Ice in Glass if you want some
  2. Add Vodka
  3. Then Parsnip Juice
  4. Top with Tomato Juice, Salt and Pepper

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It tastes better than it looks AND it’s good for you!! ….minus the vodka I suppose….






Revelations 22:22

tortured dreams

4.5 out of 5 Stars

“Revelations 22:22 And mankind came unto the Lord and begged his forgiveness. And the Lord heard them. He sent forth a Defender of Mankind. And then mankind began to question the Defender and went back unto the Lord and asked ‘why have you sent him. He is evil, we dream of him,” And the Lord said to them ‘he is wicked, defending mankind is his punishment.’ And mankind said ‘take this evil thing from us. He cannot help us.’ And the Lord said ‘Nothing can help you.'” 

There is no Revelations 22:22. Revelations ends with chapter 22, verse 21. Making your own bible passage is a bit off. Making is sound authentic is creepy.”

“People love a good horror story, especially when it is real. I have a Ph.D in History. I wrote my thesis on the evolution of torture as a crime deterrent in the Middle Ages. I didn’t set out to write that as my thesis, but like everything else, a thesis evolves. It went over well and I am currently turning it into a book for the layman. My name is Aislinn Cain and my life is a horror story.”

Aislinn Cane is the newest recruited member to a Serial Killer Crime unit with the U.S Marshall’s. They are a trial unit containing 4 (now 5) members who could never pass a psych evaluation. All more than a little broken they contain an asshole alcoholic, a techie goth party animals and a Pshycologist and Doctor, both Ex Navy SEALS. All with way above average intelligence levels. Now adding Aislinn to the bunch, a young woman who  has had a dark past as someone who lost a sister and a father in a domestic violence call and a brother to prison, and is also a “Serial Killer magnet” having survived two attacks by the age of 20. She suffers from a severe anxiety disorder and a pesky personality disorder (A-Typical Sociopathic Tendencies) that cause her to lack the ability to feel empathy or sympathy.

Quite the strange bunch, but possibly the exact bunch needed to find a new serial killer on the loose.

Someone is copying an old obscure German book on torture and making in reality. Literally translated to The Book of Torture, it depicts scenes ranging from Vlad the Impaler impaling peasants on wooden pike to the Ancient Greek torture device the “Brazen Bull” and he is making sure that he leaves clues to mess with the group along the way. Always taking 10 women at a time and trying the keep them for three days, it is a gruesome find when the team get called in to witness the aftermath of his work. Will they be able to stop the killer in time? Or will the killer gain an interest in the team through their games and make things very dangerous?

It was very difficult to choose a book written Hadena James to review as I have enjoyed a number of them so far. I chose the 1st of the series as it will introduce the characters and explain backstories a little better , though, I can honestly say that you can jump in anywhere and it is still explained well enough that you will not feel like you are missing anything. This was, I would say, my favourite novel of hers so far just because I love medieval torture, and I love serial killers!  …ok. That came out wrong. I find medieval torture and serial killers very interesting?? Still a little weird maybe, but I feel like you understand what I mean.

Some things in this book may be somewhat graphic for some readers. I loved how descriptive and authentic the torture devices and murders were. Again… weird. But, necessary. I would highly recommend this entire series, especially toRum, those who are fans of writers such as Kathy Reichs, Patricia Cornwell, etc. but, I do feel that these books have very different and more interesting crimes to solve!

If you’d like to check out more on Hadena James feel free to check out her Facebook page! Facebook.com/HadenaJames

Tortured Dreams is Best Served with

The Serial Killer Cocktail

 serial killer


  • 1 oz Dark Rum
  • 1 oz Spiced Rum
  • 1 oz Light Rum
  • 2 1/2 oz Orange Juice
  • 2 1/2 oz Pineapple Juice
  • 3/4 oz Grenadine


  1. Fill Shaker with ice
  2. Mix liquor and juice in shaker
  3. Shake well.
  4. Strain into ice filled highball glass
  5. Slowly pour grenadine down the side of the glass to settle
  6. CHEERS!!

Time is on my Side…..

what the night knows

3 out of 5 Stars

This was my santaSanta  read (Read a book over 400 pages) for my December Reading Challenge through The Perks of Being a Book Addict. I know it’s been a while since I posted one.. and I have 5 more to go!

I know that my title may have you believing that this book has something to do with time travel or something like that. Well, that’s not the case. I actually chose this title for 2 reasons. Reason the First: It reminded me a lot of the movie “Fallen” if any of you has ever seen that movie, you will understand the reference.  Reason the Second: This killer does indeed have all the time on his side.


John Calvino’s family was murdered by a man names Alton Turner Blackwood many years ago, with him being the one lone survivor. After growing up to become a Homicide detective a copy-cat murder crops up that is too close in description for comfort…

“Back in the day, Alton Turner Blackwood had carried with his three silver bells, each the size of a thimble clustered at the end of a handle. They were not shaped as flowers, and were not as finely made as those on Celine’s shelf of small treasures. Blackwood had been a psychopathic ritualist with an elaborate post homicide ceremony that suggested a strange belief system and Obsessive Compulsive tendencies. When everyone in his target family was dead, he returned to the victims in the order the killings had occurred and arranged them on their backs. With drops of epoxy he clued coins on the cadavers eyes. Quarters that he painted black, always with the eagle facing up, and in the mouth, on the tongue he places a brown disc that the crime lab identified as dried excrement. Then the killer folded the corpses hands at the groin, around a chicken egg. To be sure the hands would not release the egg he tied thumb to thumb and little finger to little finger with string. Days prior to a slaughter he prepared the eggs by drilling two tiny holes in each to drain the contents. Then he inserted a tightly rolled slip of paper through the hole into the well dried hollow shell. If the body was male the paper carried the hand printed word “servus” If female “servat”  they were the masculine and feminine forms of the latin noun that meant slave.  After the cadavers had been accessorised to suit him, Blackwood stood over each, ringing the Triune bells.”

I don’t want to delve too much into the synopsis of this book as it’s easy to give spoilers and I don’t want to do that. I’ve been a huge fan of Dean Koontz  for many years, but I was beginning to lose faith in his writing in these past 5-10 years or… maybe more (I’m always so bad at judging time…ha ha.) but this novel (although, he’s getting a little more wordy and perverse like a certain other author I know… *cough*Stephen King*cough*) It was still more of a blast to his long ago more supernatural thriller style writings… although, still not as good as his works from many years ago.

What the Night Knows is Best Served with 

Death’s Door Gin Martini

gin martini

You may be knocking on Death’s Door and you may not even know it… and you may not want to see what answers!

Now… this is a tough one to give instruction or amounts for… I highly recommend that you all have a martini night and do your own experimenting through trial and error (you won’t regret it!) It’s hard with martini’s because they can be wet or dry, stirred or shaken, would you prefer a garnish of an onion? an olive? some lemon? It’s all personal preference. For a gin martini, I’m a stirred (I find that shaking any martini, gin or vodka, bruises the alcohol and makes it harsher in taste… keep that in mind), dry, and olives are my favourite.


  • 2 1/2 oz Death’s Door Gin (or whatever gin you wish to use)
  • 1/2 oz Dry Vermouth
  • ice
  • Whatever garnish pleases you!


  1. Either put gin and vermouth in shaker with ice and shake or Put in pitcher or vessel and stir
  2. Add garnish
  3. Feel free to add some lemon, olive or onion juice if you prefer it “dirty”
  4. CHEERS!!




The Trip of a Lifetime..Or a Lifetime In a Trip


4 out of 5 Stars

Brennan Glover was a man who’d lost everything, except for his dog Fender and the bottle. His wife and daughter are killed in a car accident and he’s given up on the life he no longer feels the right to continue, until his friends force him to take the road trip that they’d planned all those years ago with their fallen friend Colin. Now is the time to fulfil that promise as it may mean finding more than the road to California, it may mean finding that life really is still worth living.

This is a beautiful story of love, loss and the friendship between man and beast, and man and man. Leading us through Brennan’s grief as well as reflecting on his life leading up to that point. Meeting his wife’s bourgeois parents, Carter and Eleanor

‘Carter shook his head, stroked his chin. “If you’re going to pursue journalism, Brennan…..anything, for that matter, at least anything you want to be successful at, you’re going to have to learn to see the big picture.”

“Like trading blood for oil?” Brennan caught the sharp stare Rosie gave him and considered that nothing good could come of talking politics. He hoped to transition to something else and began poking at his soup.

“Like learning that sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the greater good,” said Carter.’

To meeting his companion Fender for the first time,

The dog put his wet paws on Brennan’s leg and stood upright, flicking his tongue on the tip of Brennan’s dripping nose.

What about…” He was going to say Colin but decided against it-too soon, but maybe something Colin loved. Basketball? Salted cod dinners? His baby sister, Emily? Singing and playing the guitar? Guitar….Brennan’s mind slowly made its way to Colin’s beloved Stratocaster in candy apple red, made by…”Fender…I’ll call ya Fender!”

I couldn’t imagine how tormented Brennan would be going through this grief and loss, but Brent Jones will make you start to understand. He will make you laugh,

‘”It’s called Elliott Bay Trail. Named after Elliott Bay.”
“I thought this was… Pugg-it sound”
“Puget sound. And it is.”
“it’s two things? Like they gave it two names?”
“It’s, uh… Puget sound’s a little further north, I think.”
“like in Canada?”
“Not that far north.”
“so, when does it stop being a bay and start being a sound?”
“it’s always a sound, but, uh, this middle part here, they call that part Elliott Bay, I think”

And it will DEFINITELY make you cry… I won’t give you a quote for that because I want you to find those all on your own. Actually CHALLENGE TIME!! I want you ALL to read this book, and if any of you read right to the end and your eyes remain dry? I need you to comment below, because I need to know!! …and then I will promptly call you a liar.

This was a Rollercoaster of a journey and it teaches that everyone needs to “Find a way to live the life ahead of you, instead of the life behind you.”

If you’d like to check out more works by Brent Jones feel free to check him out at:

Fender is Best Served With

A Regal Beagle

regal beagle 2

Along with a box of kleenex, I would recommend a good stiff drink… I know, a little strange with a book about a man trying to crawl OUT of his bottle.. But, this drink is purely medicinal!! I swear!


  • 1 ½ oz vodka
  • 2 lime wedges (no smaller than 1/8 slices)
  • 1 tsp. honey
  • 5 oz grapefruit juice
  • Splash of dry white wine


  1. Muddle lime with honey until all the juices have left the lime and is mixed with the honey, then add ice. (Take your time here. Muddling is an art!)
  2. Pour vodka over ice and mix into muddled lime and honey.
  3. Pour grapefruit juice over the top and add a splash of wine. Stir a bit to get all the flavors mixed.
  4. Garnish with a sprig of rosemary.
  5. CHEERS!




A Deal With The Devil Never Felt So….Weird.

the weirdness       gingerbread man

3 out of 5 Stars

So, this was my Gingerbread Man for my December Holiday Reading Challenge (A book from a male point of view)

Told from the point of view of Billy Ridgeway a struggling, would be, writer who’s life is about to change in many very weird ways… I had such a hard time rating this book. I wanted to like it, but every time I read something I liked I would turn the page and go “…huh??” the story was all over the place. It felt like it was trying to be strange in a fun way (almost a feeling of “John Dies at the End” by David Wong) but it was almost trying TOO hard to the point where, just when you think you have the story figured out, it falls apart.

Some of the conversation made me laugh

“Take a look at this.”

“A banana,” Anil says.

“Right, but, where did it come from?”

Anil blinks.

“I mean, yes,” Billy says. “It’s a banana. We get bananas from, what, from the bodega.”

“Sure,” Anil says, patiently. He sips his Scotch. “Like a lottery ticket. Or cigarettes.”

“Well, sure,” Billy says. “Except a banana isn’t like a lottery ticket or cigarettes. I mean-it has to grow.”

“Cigarettes grow,” Anil says.

“Yeah, but-hear me out.”

“I’m hearing you out.”

“We live in Brooklyn.” Billy tries. “It’s the middle of November. And yet we can go into any corner store and buy a banana. Where do they come from? Who grew them? I mean, I go into the store to hit the ATM, and I see these bananas sitting there, and I just stand there for a second, in the store, looking at them, and I’m thinking about, like, Costa Rica or Ecuador or some shit and it’s just-I’m sorry, but it’s just blowing my mind a little.

“This took twenty minutes?” Anil says.

“I thought you, of all people, would appreciate the fundamental weirdness of the whole thing.”

“You left me here for twenty-two minutes,” Anil says. “Are you asking me to believe that you spent a significant portion of those twenty-two minutes staring at a banana in some kind of a trance? Forcing  the better-adjusted members of our fair city to steer around you to complete their own humble transactions?”

Billy frowns. “Admit that it’s weird.”

I feel like Billy views the world like I do, which made me really want to like the rest of the book… then The Judeo-Christian Devil shows up with his power point presentation and his great coffee and tries to make a deal… and the roller-coaster begins. Memory wipes, a Neko (Lucky Cat) that will destroy the world and magic sex ritual Hell Wolves. I will recommend this book because I did still enjoy it, and I really hope someone else will read it and tell ME if I like it or not! Ha Ha!

The Weirdness is best Served with

The Devil’s Margarita


This drink was perfect for this book because it references the Devil AND it’s just Weird!! red wine in a margarita?? By the way… red wine in a margarita is ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS!!


  • 1 1/2 Oz Tequila Blanco
  • 3/4 Oz Lime Juice
  • 3/4 Oz Simple Syrup
  • Red Wine (such as a Cabernet or Carmenere)


In a shaker filled with ice, pour in tequila, lime juice, and simple syrup.
Shake until chilled and pour into glass of choice.
Set a spoon at a 45 degree angle barely placed inside of the margarita. The back of the spoon should be facing the ceiling.
Pinch the top of the wine bottle with your finger and slowly pour red wine onto the back of the spoon and let it drizzle on the surface of the margarita.
Pour until you have about 1/4 inch of red wine in the glass.
Congratulations! You’ve made a really cool looking layered drink!

There’s Always Room For J.E.L.L.O


rise and fall of dodo

4/5 Stars

Time Travel? Check. Big Explosions? Check. Snarky Witches? Double Check! Lots of Nudity?? Check. Check and Check again!

A fantastic story written in the vein of World War Z and the like. The entire story is told through Diary Entries, Reports and Messages between characters.

I would highly recommend the audio book for this one! It was done very well with each characters voice being done by a different narrator making it easier to tell who is who and giving each character a distinct personality and voice.

I’m not the type of reviewer who’s going to give you an entire synopsis of the book as this is a review, not a book report. Also, being a book about a secret Government Agency I think that it is now your mission to read it yourself and uncover the truth.  But, to tie the book into my drink of choice I do have to give you my favourite quote from the mouth of Dr. Frank Oda:

“If you have ever observed the properties of J.E.L.L.O, such as a moulded dessert made of the substance, you’ll know that it is flexible and deformable to a point. You can tap it with your spoon and it will jiggle, you can stretch it. But if you over do it the material will rupture, a crack will form,like a crack in stone. Later on the crack may heal itself. The gelatin may knit itself back together.

When we send Doers back in time to carry out deeds, it’s like tapping the J.E.L.L.O with a spoon and making it jiggle a little bit. It creates internal stresses that the material is capable of withstanding. But, if we try to change too much too fast, it cracks.”

How can you not read a book that likens Time Travel to J.E.L.L.O?! Which leads me to my drink of choice for this one!

 Rise and Fall of D.O.D.O is best  served with:

J.E.L.L.O Shot

In honour of Christmas coming up I thought I’d go with an Eggnog J.E.L.L.O shooter!

  • granulated sugar (1.1 ounces2 1/2 tablespoons
  • (180ml) whole milk3/4 cup
  • (120ml) heavy cream1/2 cup
  • packets unflavored powdered gelatin (1/2 ounce2
  • (120ml) dark rum1/2 cup
  • freshly grated nutmeg 1/4 teaspoon
  1. Place egg whites in the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the whisk and beat at low speed until frothy, about 30 seconds. Increase speed to medium-high and beat until they are about the consistency of shaving cream, about 90 seconds. Reduce speed to medium. With mixer running, add half of sugar and beat until incorporated, about 30 seconds. Scrape whites into a large bowl. Do not wash stand mixer bowl.

  2. Add egg yolks and remaining sugar to stand mixer bowl and beat at medium-high speed until pale yellow and ribbony, shutting off machine and scraping down sides of bowl with a rubber spatula as necessary, about 2 minutes total. Add milk and cream and mix at low speed to combine.

  3. Pour half of the yolk mixture into a small saucepan and sprinkle gelatin over the surface. Let stand 5 minutes. Meanwhile, add rum to remaining yolk mixture in stand mixer bowl and mix at low speed for 30 seconds to combine. Set saucepan over low heat and bring to just below a simmer, whisking constantly, until gelatin is fully dissolved; do not let boil. Remove from heat and let stand until cooled slightly, about 2 minutes.
  4. With stand mixer running at low speed, slowly pour gelatin mixture into the yolk-rum mixture. Gently whisk in egg whites until smooth.

  5. Strain mixture into a large measuring cup with a spout. Sprinkle in nutmeg and stir gently to combine. Carefully fill your moulds with the eggnog. Refrigerate until set, about 8 hours.

  6. To remove jello shots from semi-spherical moulds, carefully run a small spoon around the edge and slowly invert the mould to pop out the shot. If using square or straight-sided moulds, run a butter knife around the edge and slowly invert the mould to pop out the shot. For other shapes or non-flexible moulds, dip the bottom of the mould in warm water for 15 seconds, invert mould onto a baking sheet, and gently tap the mould to release the jello shot. Eggnog jello shots can be refrigerated for up to 3 days in an airtight container.