I’m 64. My ftaher’s doctor reccommended he have aglass of red wine each evening more than twenty years ago. Dad had blockages in carotid arteries which were cleared. The glass of wine was one of the doctor’s reccommendations after the surgery. My grandfather on my mother’s side was told by his doctor—fifty years ago—to have a little alcohol each evening. My grandfather lived into his mid eightoes and could recite loooong narrative poems learned in his childhood right up to the last month of his life! I can remember sleeping in front of the fireplace when PawPaw would get up, go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, stop by the frige and eat a raw hotdog, then take slug of Old Grandad before returning to bed. I asked him one time why he ate raw hotdogs, that it wasn’t good to eat raw hotdogs. He told me he cooked it in his tummy, hench the swing of Bourbon on top of the raw dog!
hench = hence [ ... now where’s that beer that’s supposed to help build strong bones?]
I asked him one time why he ate raw hotdogs, that it wasn’t good to eat raw hotdogs. He told me he cooked it in his tummy, hench the swing of Bourbon on top of the raw dog!<<<
Laughing, for that is a new way to excuse drinking, LOL, it might work.
Bill settled for a shot of apricot or peach brandy, just before he laid his head down and that helped keep the the colds down.
One of his lungs took a bullet during WW2, and was untreated by the Germans, so it was full of scar tissue.
A cold could kill him.
Be sure to check the new ice cream recipes about #1120, several of them.
>>>My grandfather on my mother’s side was told by his doctor—fifty years ago—to have a little alcohol each evening. <<<
LOL, I remember when my maternal grandmother’s doctor wanted her to have a glass of wine daily... Keep in mind that she always though the smallest piece of rum cake made her giddy. So, dutifully, she drank about a thimble full of wine just after getting in bed so it wouldn’t make her dizzy.